Favourite

My favourite place in the world,
a home where I felt safe
wrapped up in comfort
filled up only with love.
Here in this place we would lie;
do nothing at all but just lie
resting on dreams so padded
no end to the pillows and blankets
we were for each other
we were all that was needed
to enjoy such peaceful slumber.
Here we would be
under hearts’ instruction
and move to its beat and desire
every angle felt natural and right
no matter what the moment
no matter what the critical need
our bodies would mold into one another
and find a way to satisfy and reassure
each position deliberate and automatic
responding to unvoiced requests
of the hearts and minds of each other.
Here in my favourite place in the world
I experienced every worldly pleasure
each touch filled with such divine love
reactions of pure happiness, so sweetly savoured.
So many dear emotions resting in this haunt
beckoning back the two lovers that made them come alive
that woke all the senses
rolled and twisted
fused pleasures and embraces
kisses and caresses
longing stares
erotic fantasies.
All the laughter, teasing
and deep conversations shared
lie now undetected
suffocated under sheets
put aside, abandoned as if dead
all the love and care and intimacy
all the promises we said
now left unromanced.
Shadows are haunting
alone with so much room
and the body suffers restlessly
addicted to its familiar
longing for its home
to feel all the belonging and security
to relive every single moment.
Thoughts cannot help but linger
on the path reality forces me to tread
I will now never again be in my favourite place:
In your arms
Here with you
In this bed.