Stuck to your wall...

Is my shadow still burned into you bedroom wall. Or did you smear the edges to make it blend in to the night?  From the heat that was created upon your bed I wonder if you have ever gotten rid of my scent as each degree that rose to climax at our peaks. Had anyone every asked of the whispers moaning when the lights go out. I figured when the door closes the haunting satisfaction would set the bar too high. But I'm probably full of myself not being able to get my darker side back. Have you walked into the black shade I left behind to find yourself back in time. As the candles lit the way to singe the paint. Damn near a stain but no, it was us melting into the structure of your space. Has it been too long for the passion to survive what's come after me? Did another flickering flame take my place behind those feed me eyes? I left my desires on your bed the last time we connected in desires crave. And sometimes I think about walking back in through the smudge in the wall like the boogyman who had escaped. For your touch was captivating to the thrills that still remains as you as my cure. Is that spot still there of me silhouette sizzled into your peripheral trying not to look? Am I still there of did it turn into as black hole that sucked away the memories we made of the sweat that leaked from our bodies. Only if the motion is took to bring you from within to be on full display could be seen in the moonlight sneaking a peak. Oh how we played each other until we couldn't breathe before the morning had a chance blush. Did you cover me up?