The Chamber

Lying on my bed alone,just in my smallclothes here to the chamber of gone all my view in on spot on a picture on the wall figures dancing wearing dresses in elegant form as i slightly move sheets in dark colour coshins covered in velvet as i wriggle and wriggle fabrics touch special places that i ignore there in my chamber of forggeter were senses numbness out.... ....diffusing in the air this perfume scent of floral,woody blending so fresh,soft and sweet touch body senses wake me up at all waiting someone to knock the door a present will appear somewhere along... or i'm guessing wrong.... your presence is all i want knock to play the game of love body troubles my hands don't know where to travel for... here alone,in my chamber of totally absent... .....of no name.... ,,,,,can't help no more as i face, confront.... lust seeking pleasure all alone in my chamber of firedawn a dream in my realisation.