My crumpled bed in the day

Remembers
The musty odour of our night's passionate
Love making
When our bodies twined together
Like salacious serpents mating,
My pillow pines for your soft cheeks
You brushed against it in half-sleep,
A single red rose in a white vase
Waits for your breathe
To add sweetness to it.

Inanimate things these are
Oh! lovely girl, think of me
Whose eyes have gazed on
Each and every luscious curve,
And tasted all your crevices
And who has lost himself in you.