Making your bed

Today I’ll be your chambermaid.
Today I’ll make your bed!

Throwing back the covers releases your aroma,
And so I kneel and put my face next to your sheet.
Oh, like this, with my cheek where you have lain,
With the scent of your body clinging to the cotton,
I run my hands along to smooth the sheet, but girl,
I would willingly smooth each wrinkle with my tongue!
Here is the depression made by your hips, and here
Is where your shoulders rested – ah still damp
From body warmth. More fragrance on your pillow –
Oh woman you are lekker! – and so I place kisses
Square centimetre by square centimetre, all over
Each pillow-slip, so whichever way you lie tonight
You will be kissed by me, you have no choice!
I take your pillows in both my arms, and curl up
There in the spot where you so recently were lying.
I wrap my legs around them tight, and squeeze!
Then, when I have had enough (oh hours go past!)
I’ll make things neat, you won’t know I was there.

But here are you night clothes! More joy, more scent!
I lay them out on top of the bed, and my imagination
Sees you filling them with your gorgeous figure.
How can I resist this temptation, to put my hands inside
And warm the very place your breasts snuggle into.
Then tenderly I fold these clothes, smoothing them neatly,
And placing them beneath your pillow. Find them later;
You’ll never know that I was there, unless you tingle!

One last look at your bedroom, full of things, full of you.
No one notices the chambermaid, girls like me we come –
Oh yes – and then we go without a sound, without a word.
But I brushed past your life today, I left a piece of me.
We exchanged forensic evidence of love and sex!
Next time – I promise – things will get much closer!