Bed For Sleepin'
We ****ed everywhere but the bed.
My favourite being the bonnet of your car,
inside our limbs were spun in misdirection
Outside be better my words etched by breath into the window
you dressed, I dared just my wellies,
the cows watched with television stares.
So surreal was the icy darkness
as you lay my back upon your metal bed,
thirsty for flesh
vision tinged, infinity stars plunging high.
Driving back along the bumpy lane
Was alright wont it utter yes
I do wonder if I could lay my head upon
a pillow in lust.
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