LYING IN MY BED I THOUGHT…
IF THESE WALLS COULD TALK
I WONDER WHAT THEY WOULD SAY
WOULD THEY SPEAK OF UNDYING LOVE
WOULD THEY TELL OF SEXY RENDEVOUS
OF CLINCHED FISTS, TUSSLED SHEETS, AND WET KISSES

WOULD THEY ECHO THE MOANS OF HIM
HE, STANDING, GROANING FROM THE HEAT OF HER MOUTH ON HIS DICK….
WOULD THEY RELAY THE SQUEALS OF DELIGHT FROM HER WHILE
SHE TWISTED, TURNED, AND CLINCHED HER KNEES ON HIS EARS GRASPED HIS DREADS TO BRING HIS FACE CLOSER DEEPER…..CAUSE SHE CAME CLOSER TO COMING AS HE CAME CLOSER AND DEEPER.

WOULD THEY TELL THE STORY, RELAY THE WORDS WHISPERED BEHIND THE CLOSED DOORS BETWEEN THOSE FOUR WALLS.
HE FROM BEHIND AND THEN ON TOP.
SHE FROM THE SIDE AND THEN ON TOP.
RIDING AND PANTING, EVERY BREATHE OF VOICE SEAPING INTO THE PAINT ON THE WALLS. SPILLING OVER ON TO THE FLOOR MIXED TOGETHER WITH THE BEADS OF SWEAT POURING OFF OF THEIR BODIES.

OH MY, IF THESE WALLS COULD TALK, THEY WOULD RELAY THE CALLS TO THE HEAVENS, THE NAME SPOKEN OVER AND OVER, OVERLAYING THE CONSTANT QUESTION OF POSESSION. “WHO’S IS THIS…..”

AND THEN SILENCE, EVERYTHING SILENT, JUST THE AIR THEY BREATHE, JUST THE AIR I BREATHE. LYING HERE REMINISCING AND WONDERING IF THESE WALLS COULD TALK. ….