These Sheets and Post Sex

We started the poetry unit in class last week, and yesterday we worked on list/mantra poems.

These Sheets
These sheets were tossed this way and that
These sheets were drenched with our sweat
These sheets were glazed with lube
These sheets were littered with latex tubes
These sheets were hiding the fur covered hand cuffs
These sheets were where I had enough
These sheets are now empty
But these sheets are no longer lonely


Post Sex
P.S. I lied when I said size doesn't matter
P.S. Your best friends was better
P.S. Magnums slide off of you
P.S. My orgasms were all fake
P.S. Your "foreplay" was fake too
P.S. I lied when I said I like your family
P.S. I could never get into it with your mother's portrait eying me
P.S. I lied when I said "I Do"
P.S. I'm taking the kids and the car
P.S. The heater's broken