Clean sheets and a dirty mind,

The scent of passion mixed with washing powder.

That sweet embrace, the perfect fit. There's nothing in this moment that's counterfeit.

But new beginnings though exciting as they may be,

Get sullied by the grit of life over time.

No washing powder strong enough to rid the stench,

Nor stain remover to hide the blemishes of daily battles.

Soon enough it's time to change the sheets...

But my bed remembers how my heart beats.