If your walls could speak would they tell stories of you and me?
Whisper my name as you once did,or talk of the hours we spent laid inside?
Describe how your body cried for me as i explored and discovered new parts of you?
Maybe tell stories of how you gave yourself to me as we danced between your sheets?
Or remind you of all those things you said, and the fantasies we explore trying not to leave and unfulfilled.
Would they share the secrets that your body told me, and speak of how you gave me you? Bared your soul and self to me…...how i saw you? How i saw into you?
If yours walls could talk would they tell stories of me?