"In the quiet of the night, our secrets unfold,
Beneath the soft sheets, our story is told.
A wet bed, not from tears, but passions untamed,
Two souls entwined a love unashamed.

As rain kisses the window, we dance in the dark.
Bodies aflame igniting spark
The moisture between us like a river that flows,
In whispered and sighs, our desire only grows.


The scent of your skin, the taste of your kiss,
In this wet bed, it's pure, utter bliss.
Real and raw, our love takes its flight,
In the quiet of night, where emotions ignite.
© Ezra Briscoe