Linen - Fortunes.

Fuck this linen in the middle

Fuck these sheets all in between

I fill in, won’t hold too little

Thin the space until we meet

Fingers creep like thumbs can twiddle

Like a twitch moving slow

Situated in this cuddle

Hearts just tick too fast to sleep

A touch too much

He’s so close though

Try to prolong, limbs seem so long

Oh so long, me lone, solo

Now a stone’s thrown

Light this null space

Let me touch base, let these heat rays

Set ablaze this fireplace

If he move, I move and keep moving

Like it’s an invite to, I scoop him in my spoon

Beneath duvet, 'neath doona, never remove me

Leave arms including, leach on, cocooning

Let’s hibernate a week

Fuck this linen in the middle

Fuck these sheets all in between

I fill in, won’t hold too little

Thin the space until we meet

Fingers creep like thumbs can twiddle

Like a twitch moving slow

Situated in this cuddle

Hearts just tick too fast to sleep

In case life’s brief

Fold him briefcase

Hold him neck brace

Turn time my pace

Spread it lengthways

Fuck that clock face

Make it drop the tock, take seconds half-speed

Let fifteen minutes stretch themselves to thirty

But the double heartthrob, beat speeds burn new degrees

BPS coupling, caressing, cuddling

Bedding rests underneath

Fuck this linen in the middle

Way too much middle, too much middle

Fuck the sheet between

I’ll hold you 'til you’re three pillows in an upside down capital L

One for the head

Two’s to hug

Three for the leg

None for any other men

One for the head

Two’s to hug

Three for the leg

None for any other men

One for the head

Two’s to hug

Three for the leg

None for any other men

One for the head

Two’s to hug

Three for the leg

None for any other men

None for any other men

One for the head

Two’s to hug

Three for the leg

None for any other men

One for the head

Two’s to hug

Three for the leg