Puddle

Your naked
and sedated
lying on that alter
sprawled across his bed
Your heart is reeling
from what your feeling
your thighs still revealing
still soaked
still wet with the essence
in which you've been dealing
and beware of building
imaginary castles in your head
they're not part of the plan
because sex isn't love baby
and love isn't sex
so don't place that bet
on a drop of shared sweat
because the bed, in reality
is just a place to sleep
so don't sell your soul
to that puddle on the sheets.

~ Mindy