Our Bed by Tia

[mslioncourt]

We split the heat between each other
Holding tight to bare skin
Arms wrapped around my waist
Blankets pushed to the floor
And my hair covered your pillow
Tickling your nose
Until the day the mattress came
Delivered to our door
And you scrambled
To gather the sheets pushed
At my feet
As I slept quietly in the
Quilt I made for you
Then
The king size

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hi - a 're-mix' hope you enjoy iti

[minorwhite]

I wasted the heat in her bed / pushed to hard / a bare soul isn't always the best fuck / scrambling words, gathering nothing but doors and windows adds images to each day / they tickle my poems, but make me impossible to touch / I said, even kings get laid when they roll out on distant lands and dig deep into hip loners pretending to be sure / I look for change, naked straight cold it doesn't matter as long as their words don't settle for to much comfort, and remember to bed down what their arms created.