#WritcoPoemPrompt2
In the end it was just me and my thoughts,

A painful trap, long after you were gone

Your sweet scent and
huddled distraught,

Little did I know you would
make me burn and mourn

You desire making me
rot,

which once made me
belong

Make me yours'oh baby
make love to me,

For I know that there are many
definations of fantasies
but mine is you
alone


© Stellar's Fantasy