It’s a benevolent bed,
the old family bed.
It has borne witness
to intimate moments.
It’s become indulgent.
It’s a discreet bed,
hardly squeaking.
It’s a wise bed,
has been through birth and death,
has witnessed dreams come true
and nightmares happen,
but it has a sense of humor.
Listen sweetheart
how sensually it groans and moans
under our delightful movements,
feel how gently it rocks along
with your climactic ride
on top of me,
the vessel of our alchemy.