# Post 3 (Sunday Morning)

by ThisIsShe|Mags



Bed sheets mould onto my skin

Deepest of the browns

So you can’t see the stains on my bed,

But of course you have a way of setting any scene on fire.

You’re pulling me too fast;

My unsteady hands fail to grip on your walls of Jericho

And somehow I ended up with all the king’s men.

They showered me with their gifts;

Their smell seeping with mine and

Smooth hands and fingers undress my willing body

Just as easy as you do my mind.

Do the flames of my unrestricted passion

Burn more than my words?