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……
MiZunderstood Poetry 