Rose Bed

Upon a big red bed we lay,
Eyes at the ceiling, nothing more to say,
Roll over, stare, swim away,
Into the browness of your eyes, it's time to play.
Move your arms up, into my hair,
My legs quiver under your stare,
Like a prey being dragged into the predator's lair,
Like you don't need to take this top off, I feel already bare.
Stalk my senses, tear my skin,
Turn the Jesus picture over, we're about to sin,
Legs around you, your arms mine pin,
Fingers trace skin, fingers slide in.
Merged as one, our souls elope,
Lick the tip just like the edge of an envelope,
Don't grab my head, that's an overused trope,
Forget the vanilla, just get the rope.
Tie me up, tie me down, but let my spirit go free,
So she can meet your spirit in a euphoric sea,
Lock down my body, and make me eat the key,
Like a hungry hunter, you feast on me.
Over yet? No, not yet,
My screams lost, you will no longer them let,
A winding whip you have stopped to get,
The crack my crack rawly met.
Pain and pleasure are now one,
Sense and sensibility are now gone,
Movement I have none,
Orgasms, I've had a tonne.
Roll over, relax unwind,
Put pants on, roll up the blind,
Observe the gashes to my behind,
Tea? Sure, I don't mind.
Upon a crimson pillow our heads lie,
Watching the world pass by,
Head and reason lost in the serene sky,
New rose bed sheets we now must buy.