#messy sheets

I guess we know, though, no one calls it sleep

A randy rutting, a right beastly toss

Astride a stallion who fills me so deep

The sheen of sweat, slick intertwined body

The slap of two souls sticking together

Horizontal mambo, sweet and naughty

A mattress flattened, left without feather

You're an ice cream sundae and I'm starving

Your skin is my sun on cold winter days

Your body marble, I'm keen on carving

Between us this heat, this glorious haze

Bedclothes askew, we think we are sated

Any sailor will tell you

keep the sheet taught

and tidy

to appear effortless

as you glide

across the curves

of the water

a mis placed

swiftly swung

ropes end

creates only distress

if not catted down