Fragrance whispered,

sexy contours of pillow,

scent on pillowcase,

savoring essence

on tongue.

Feeling fervent flames

scorching skin,

hearing soft sighs

of night inhaled.

Evening colors stained

deep shades as

confessions weep into wall.

I close my eyes -

never be the same

because you’re sharing

pillow with another.

The voice arose under my head

         As I reclined on top my bed

    "You aren't the only one he wed!"

  My face turned angry shades of red

         Before the morn he will be dead!

I don't know how to

tell you this.

There's just really

no good way to say it.

But I can't keep these

secrets

from you anymore.

"I'm kinda freaked out

that you're talking

in the first place."

Look Lisa,

the pillow sighs.

I've been sleeping with other people.

Like a bank, my enchanted pillow intercepts and stores each thought of any head that lay on it. I just wanted to track my dreams, even my dog's occasionally. Then one day I found thoughts that couldn't belong to me, but they had some very clever plots of my death.

The heat of the moment

Hot breath upon my face

Culmination on the rise

Slip of the cheeks

Laughter ensues

Moment over

Now that you're here, I must confess

Maintenance entered and stole your dress

He plopped on me

Shaking, spreading heat

I was grabbed at the side and shoved underneath

I suffocated at the smell of paint and sweat

He held himself and took off like a jet

Hence, I'm wet.

Our bed was a sacred place to me. On certain days, it was the only thing I looked forward to - going home to bed. It felt like home. Our home.

One day I accidentally turned over his pillow.

It had a lipstick stain on it.

I never wore lipstick.

Your husband spilled the Beam,

so my tongue's a 'lil loose.

I prolly shouldn't tell you, 

but that night your bestie stayed,

she let him put it in her caboose. 

Please help me

My pillow whispered

To the comforter on my bed

The dog uses me

As his girlfriend

Over and over

He humps, I need

Some rest