My First True Love

Dear Bed,

Oh how I love you. I love to lay upon you and bury my head into your soft giant pillows. Our flesh touching and you accepting me into you. And, as morning calls, you wish not for me to leave you but I must. I will return to you, with my hot, South American love, coffee. You accept her and she, you. Our blissful menage trois could last forever but, alas, it will not. Sadness, infinite sadness. Night is but a few hours away and the thought of you puts a little smile upon my face.

Yours always,

Jeff