SONNET 1 (Shakespearean Style)

Your fingerprints were all around the room,

Your smell fragmented every corner there;

The aura forced our memories to fume,

Numb I was standing in to a past bare.

Maroon bed sheet reflected roses’ shade,

The meeting hands on wall revived night first;

When melted our mass with the candles’ fade,

And left me sore as you too soothed your lust.

But then your swift inactiveness dissed me

n’ my ling’ring agony; your free fall sleep

now cozied me up in flawed morning glory,

Once more the itch’d set n’ me- a burning creep.

Just letting our hair down is what we wish,

But test naively as me, the poor fish!

P.S.- My first Sonnet written in Shakespearean style of iambic pentameter.