In Our Bisexual Bed

In our bisexual bed where gender doesn't matter,
We lie intertwined, bodies melting into one another.
The touch of your skin against mine,
Sends shivers down my spine, igniting a fire within me.

Our love knows no boundaries,
No restrictions, no rules.
We are free to explore each other,
To delve into the depths of our desires.

In this sacred space, we share our hopes and dreams,
Our fears and insecurities.
We trust each other completely,
Knowing that we are safe in each other's arms.

Gender is but a label, a construct of society,
In our bed, it holds no power.
We are simply two souls,
Finding solace in each other's embrace.

Your lips meet mine in a tender kiss,
And I am lost in the world of sensation.
The taste of you lingers on my tongue,
A sweet reminder of our passion.

I trace the curves of your body with gentle fingers,
Exploring every inch of your being.
You sigh with pleasure, arching into my touch,
A symphony of moans filling the air.

Our love is a work of art,
A masterpiece painted with tender strokes.
We create beauty in the darkness,
Finding light in the shadows.

In our bisexual bed, we are free,
Free to be ourselves, unapologetically.
No judgment, no shame,
Just love in its purest form.

As we drift off to sleep, entwined in each other's arms,
I am grateful for this moment, this connection.
In our bisexual bed where gender doesn't matter,
I have found a love that transcends words.