Dont make the bed
There is a beauty in an ummade bed
Sheets travelled by dishevelled dreams
Where the body embraced the welcoming arms
Of sleep and all her soul brings
Baby don’t make the bed ,
Let me lie in it instead
My head upon your pillow
All soft and nimble
Saturated in dreams and
Slobbery moonbeams
Here where the sacred scent of night
Lingers in the twines and folds
Where passion holds flesh and bones
Taste the morning on your skin
As the days dawns all ready
But baby don’t make the bed
Lets mess it up instead
By misunderstood1
© 2011 misunderstood1
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