a crumpled sheets secret

who cares as father time tick tocks away and the sun had risen and now is on its journey west,

setting , far on the horizon.

my thoughts know not to be different from this morn

when, once more, lost be i in the dalliances of a bedroom love affair.

no care for the wrinkles in the sheet or the linen messed, witness of happenings

passionate.

to inhale the lingering scent of musky headiness, a drug so addictive.

the silence so deafening for the erotic whispers, a lovers sigh now only to be heard in my imaginings.

the heart beats hard, the flesh still burns, the eyes do seek...

no need to make the bed

but,

rather,

tonight...

to sink into the messiness and lose myself once more...in the secret those crumpled sheets do keep.

RB.