Bed time story

Wishing for soft linen,
And faint linger of your perfume.
Triggering memories of snuggling cuddles,
Electric spine tingle of fingers caress.
Relaxing under firm pressure,
Push pull massages, and tender strokes,
Soft focus vision of building eroticism,
Tender touching, stroking, hardening,
Sensuous merging, meeting of souls,
Climatic moment of two as one,
Comfortable heat and snuggled entwining.


All gone.
Nibbled by insects,
On an old broken sofa,
Just a coarse blanket,
And damp sodden walls.
Draft from the window,
Or draft in my soul.
Never warm again.
In a festering bed-sit,
Without even a bed.
Just a head full of memories
And a heart full of pain.