Empty Space

There’s an empty space in my bed this morning
Where you slept still holds your secret
The walls are still hot from our lovemaking
The scent of passion is now subtle,
But it won’t soon be forgotten
If I close my eyes allow my mind to drift
The taste of you is still so sweet
Courses through my veins like honey
A natural high that only love could bring
Until you come back my darling
Your space will remain empty.

Jéan-Pierre. Dean
6-5-06…11:28am
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