The Scent You Left

I snuggled in the scent you left, but longed
For your return until I'd no recall
Of memories of you: it seemed I'd wronged
Those longing sentiments; I'd meant to fall
Into a trance, forgetful of the fact  
I needed you back there, wanting much more;
When you returned, was I bereft of tact
Diplomacy or modesty? The whore
In me would flirt her way to unzip pants;
And have cock harden; as I kissed and sucked,
Tending to you, your prick and all your wants
Until you were so rigid, you must fuck
Me thoroughly: and come with sweet excess;
Before indulging in the scent you left.