Sheets pushed aside and blankets tossed to the floor and pillows don't mean comfort anymore they mean leverage,
Heat escalating and temperatures climbing higher and higher while the room remains chilly but the bed is on fire,
Legs tangled up like noodles in a dish all twisted together like puzzle pieces meant to be holding each other,
Arms moving up and down finding and exploring every inch of the other like an adventurer on a new voyage to discover an uncharted happiness.
Legs shaking, voices trembling, sheets stained, windows steamed.
Not all nights are spent like this but more should be.
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| I'll start the shower after I get you dirty... |
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