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My bed may not be as large As California or have a blanket As deep as the ocean. But it’s comfy and shares The same view as if we were there. When I am asleep with you, Everything becomes ideal. One of the best feelings the universe Could bestow. To discover a slice of heaven beside you. A spoon finding it’s way To the big dipper, in the same Lineage of how I see you. We stargaze with our eyes closed, Watching the stars bloom like flowers In complete comfort. The urge to explore further, A simple look, a simple smirk Head nestled deep in a pillow. The aspirations of becoming an astronaut Become that much clearer. I blast off & everything becomes dark My reflection staring at yours beneath mine, Until I see your face spread wide Across the moon. Happy and safe, My voyage is now complete
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Oct 19, 2021
Oct 19, 2021 at 2:41 PM UTC
California King
Between the sheets, in perfect peace, The back and forth is synchronous. The movements slow but never cease, Then rise with violence amorous. Between the sheets, yet closer still, The lust for love becomes sublime, One slides in to the other’s fill The coming moments beyond time. Between the sheets, the eyes roll back, The light caress has now dug in, Moans interrupted by a smack Of rhythmic impact skin in skin. Between the sheets, in unison, The lovers’ gush of spirit meets, Their finished glow beams like the sun. They lie alone—where are the sheets?
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Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 10:07 PM UTC
Between The Sheets
My entire world is lying next to me, Adoring me gently, and sensuous. Together in a nakedness that’s free, With passion devouring and virtuous. My love is in the body beside me, And in the soul, seductive yet so sweet. Our bodies safe as they are meant to be, In anticipation of when they meet. All I ever wanted is next to me, Wanting finally the one that I want. The moment she kisses me so gently, I lose self-control I’ve wanted to flaunt. I love her lying beside me in bed, She’s as much in my arms as in my head.
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Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 10:03 PM UTC
Sonnet To Lying In Bed Next To Her
‪I was good before the meds‬ Slightly depressed because I wanted to leave my husband But other than that, I lived. Is this me? Is mania my thing? How many times do I have to trip before I go back to Bing? Oh **** everything is all of a sudden exciting! Counting numbers like a mathematician Looking at numbers like they’ll come into fruition A Beautiful Mind subtracting with ambition Hey Eleven! Is it 11:11? Upside down, still 11:11 Oh hey, Porche 9-11 That’s my birthday! 9/11 8:44 I’m going to do it 9:44 I’m going to do it 10:44 weighing my options 44 reasons to pop it Stop it Where did I get these bruises on my legs? Shortness of breath A billion needles stinging through my chest Night sweats Driving fast and a little wreckless That’s when I know I need to get checked I need to be in this bed Half dead Blood sample draining from my head From another case of miscalibrated meds This better be the prescription Otherwise I can’t live knowing my mind can't function
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 2:04 AM UTC
Another trip
He Calmed Winter on My Chest Along Came Spring... And Summer Arose.. Flowers Grew in My Flesh I Bloomed For I Know No Sin or Doom In His Bed....
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Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 12:34 PM UTC
Lovers
I do not know what it is about a bed that compels us to longevity, to slumber eternity in our wildest of dreams. Might it be the warmth of its sheets that invites us to prolong our stay. The wholesome tenderness that hugs us tight in its cover. Tucked into our safety net, a mother's arm to a child, where we only live to love and let die. May it be our sheer will to live the day that chains us to our bedside, a slave to time, a ***** to work. We are but men comprised of exhaustion and sacrifice. A time set aside to pamper ourselves for a while more. A longing to heal a little further, to rejuvenate our spirits a little greater. To fix the dark parts in our lives with black sunsets underneath our eyes, hollowed willow trees in late night dreams carved into our flesh. May it be for a better life, one less bitter and sour, sheltered from the chaos upon us these years. Tyrannies upon our souls, bomb brigades and racketeers. A shelter, a feeding frenzy of tranquility that keeps us grasping onto life. Is my bed but a place where my monsters hide underneath, maybe we sweep our pain underneath the covers and rest shame and guilt on our pillows hoping to bring a rest to our demons of the dark when the sun rises the next day, soldiers forlorn to leave our post till day breaks. Or is our answer, E “all of the above”. Our will beaten till death pulls us apart in our night gowns and whispers “sleep thy will, eternity”. And temptation rages beyond our control with a red flag glued to our hearts tired of the ******** life charges at us.
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Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 1:09 PM UTC
Bed time
I do not know what it is about a bed that compels us to longevity, to slumber eternity in our wildest of dreams. Might it be the warmth of its sheets that invites us to prolong our stay. The wholesome tenderness that hugs us tight in its cover. Tucked into our safety net, a mother's arm to a child, where we only live to love and let die. May it be our sheer will to live the day that chains us to our bedside, a slave to time, a ***** to work. We are but men comprised of exhaustion and sacrifice. A time set aside to pamper ourselves for a while more. A longing to heal a little further, to rejuvenate our spirits a little greater. To fix the dark parts in our lives with black sunsets underneath our eyes, hollowed willow trees in late night dreams carved into our flesh. May it be for a better life, one less bitter and sour, sheltered from the chaos upon us these years. Tyrannies upon our souls, bomb brigades and racketeers. A shelter, a feeding frenzy of tranquility that keeps us grasping onto life. Is my bed but a place where my monsters hide underneath, maybe we sweep our pain underneath the covers and rest shame and guilt on our pillows hoping to bring a rest to our demons of the dark when the sun rises the next day, soldiers forlorn to leave our post till day breaks. Or is our answer, E “all of the above”. Our will beaten till death pulls us apart in our night gowns and whispers “sleep thy will, eternity”. And temptation rages beyond our control with a red flag glued to our hearts tired of the ******** life charges at us.
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I want you. Right now. Your lips on mine. Your hand around my waist. My lips on your neck. My hands running through your hair. Heavy breaths. Deep  stares. I want you. Right now. In my bed. Right next to me. Holding me tight. Talking about anything. Gentle kisses in between thoughts. Our tired eyes holding contact. Slowly falling asleep You, All I ever want is you.
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May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC
you
If I didn't have cores to do, I'd stay in bed all day with you. We'd cuddle, kiss & watch movies all day. If I didn't have ten thousand things to do, I'd stay in bed with you. But, I do, so I can't. That's why I enjoy coming home to you at night, 8 to 10 hours of cuddling with you tonight, baby.
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Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
In Bed All Day
Drag me down, go on I can lift myself higher Than you ever thought.
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Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
Gravity