The Sheets

The sheets failed to utter a sound,
Despite what they knew,
Despite what they had been through,
Despite such a night of passion.

They lay there motionless,
Not unlike the exhausted bodies,
That now rested so serenely
With full weight unmoving.

Terms like drenched and soaked,
Are often used to describe bedding.
However they fail to capture,
The moisture content of these sheets.

The protagonists reunited,
After an extended period of being apart,
Was it days or now weeks,
Or was it just the way it seemed?

The passion reigned and rained.
Bodies engaged and enthralled.
Enraptured with the heat of the now.
Captured the magic of eroticism.

The sheets were more than a backdrop,
More than a prop is a passion filled movie.
Rather they were part of the scene,
As they moved and responded to the action.

They were clenched mercilessly,
As the penetration became insanely intense.
They were slammed repeatedly,
As the power of the rip tide raged.

They received so many fluids
From so many sources until finally,
They could receive no more,
And subjected the mattress pad to the deluge.

The scent of sexuality filled the room.
It lay there like an additional blanket.
Further igniting the senses.
The smell of passion is unlike no other.

From the mix her cologne mixing with his,
To the sweat of the bodies melded,
To the aroma of the background candles,
The sheets could smell the world of pleasure.

The sheets also heard all matter of discussion,
What he wanted and what he needed.
What she had to have and how to give it.
And the names they called each other. Damn!

The sheets had heard them talk about more talking,
But was not prepared for this.
Porn chatter is theatrical bullshit,
But this was heartfelt and from the soul!

The sheets knew not what to make of it all.
Should the police be called?
And if so on who? Him or her?
Was this getting out of control?

What the hell was going on?
Feeling clenched, wrenched and drenched.
The sexual onslaught continued and continued
And soon resumed again.

Fuck! Will these two ever stop?
After several more primal noises,
The sensual pair fell to the sheets in exhaustion.
They lay still contemplating the moment.

They lay still on the sheets.