Rustled Bed

Rustled Bed

I envy those who know how to love
Not, who every night,
become the lusted.
who Crawl out of a rustled bed...,
To let him
Love with his worst intentions....

His control is my release...
Tangled in the rustled sheets,
Hands clasped around the satin cloth
Tightened artfully around each wrist,
We were Tangled in so much mistrust
Against the steamed covered walls
Every sound muted by the sounds of ecstasy,
Loving and lusting
With our worst intentions.