We made love on the edge of the bed
With the windows closed, and the curtains spread.
There is an odor about this room.
A scent of passion, the scent of us making love under the stars under the spread,
The smell of your body going out of your mind over my flesh.
The raw smell of sex penetrates this room.
The smell of sweat on the bed,
And all over each others bodies we were wet.
Kiss, sweat, chocolate spread...