If the sheet could talk

They would speak of the multiple orgasms that were made here

Somewhere between maturbatory admission and climaxes we found utopia

If the sheets could talk

They would speak of the way our bodies entwined each other for hours on end

How there isn’t an inch of skin on your body that I have licked, sucked or kissed

If the sheets could talk

They would speak of the multiple languages I’ve learned when my fountain is being drank from

Water over flowing everywhere

If the sheets could talk

They would speak of the multiple times you begged me to stop and I would continue on inch by inch

Of us covered in perspiration of climaxes and us sticking to each other’s skin

If the sheets could talk

They would speak of how you always took your time

Always eager to please but never in a rush

Walls then coated in my screams of your name backwards and forwards

Of me running from the pounding that is sure to have me beating my high score

Of fantasies fulfilled

Our bodies at peace with the work we’ve done

Until the next time our flesh calls out for each other and lust is to much to bare

If the sheets could talk……