I have a shirt that smells of you

One fine evening,  
laying naked in my apartment
The cuddles i am receiving
Body calefaction as room temperature dropping
You look jaw-dropping
 
Without delaying
 
I get you my shirt  
To cover you up
You looked at your clothes
Which were laying on floor
You turn towards me
And you have that gorgeous smile on your face
So eloquent
You accepted my intentions
Reception without any questions
You start buttoning up my shirt
It looked better on you
Now in complete distort
Tucking in the blanket again.
 
 
Phase two:
 
Opening my cupboard
I see that shirt
The shirt smells of you
I havent washed it since the day you wore it
I havent wore it since the day you wore it
I smelled it
I kept it again
In your memory  
In your absence
When I crumble in my bed
Your body is all I crave
I lay down with my shirt
The shirt that smells of you