Lustful nights..

LAST NIGHT IN THESE SHEETS.

There was a moan

A battle that was already lost,

She fought for what she thought was hers,

Something he knew he had already conquered,

They could not see eye to eye,

But the body connection they couldn’t deny.

A cry, a groan,

So lustfully pure,

Not much words were said,

But a silly curse here and there,

Pain and pleasure alike,

Both in the very same measure.

You see, if sheets could talk,

These ones had quite a lot to say,

She called out his name in perfect poetic cadence,

And he did not disappoint,

He rose to the occasion,

First tender and gentle,

She gained the experience he gained a little more.

As she cried and choked with emotion,

He pursued her to the gates of earthly heaven,

It all started with a little kiss,

A caress that matured to a rough clutch,

And the rest well ask these sheets.

The beautiful panting graced with lustful moaning,

These sheets did bear a tear or two,

She really didn’t care and he neither was he afraid,

The beauty of nature fully expressed in her precise flawlessness

Where need meets grant, supply does demand.

Last night in these sheets,

The beauty of life came alive!

Together they made a passionate pair,

So beautiful, proficient that it turned the sheets scarlet,

Defying innocence to create fault

For a moment the world ceased

It didn’t really matter whether the love was real.

Last night in these sheets,

Came a moment that she would hold on for life,

But just another one of his daily routine.

Love and lust met in pure disgust.