Lets wet the bed from you, from me, of honey, of wine. May the sheets stick to our sweaty skin, may the smell of your neck mix with the sweetness of spilled honey.
May my fingers slip down your back
Like drops of red wine,
slow, capricious, leaving red prints
that tomorrow will be our secret.
Let's wet the bed in no hurry,
not afraid to stain it,
no matter if we have to change the sheets twice tomorrow.
I want the mattress to remember
the weight of our entangled bodies,
may the pillow keep the echo of your drowned moans and my intertwined laughter.
Let's wet the bed until tiredness wins over us, until the wine runs out and honey becomes sticky between our fingers.
I want to wake up with your legs tangled in mine, with the taste of you still in my mouth
and the evidence all over the room of our messy night.
Tonight I don't want clean or tidy love.
Tonight I want moist, sweet, uncontrollable love.
Lets wet the bed
from you, from me,
of honey, of wine...
and let the world wait until tomorrow.
—Gustavo Chaos✍🏻 (20 Apr 2026)
Like drops of red wine,
slow, capricious, leaving red prints
that tomorrow will be our secret.
Let's wet the bed in no hurry,
not afraid to stain it,
no matter if we have to change the sheets twice tomorrow.
I want the mattress to remember
the weight of our entangled bodies,
may the pillow keep the echo of your drowned moans and my intertwined laughter.
Let's wet the bed until tiredness wins over us, until the wine runs out and honey becomes sticky between our fingers.
I want to wake up with your legs tangled in mine, with the taste of you still in my mouth
and the evidence all over the room of our messy night.
Tonight I don't want clean or tidy love.
Tonight I want moist, sweet, uncontrollable love.
Lets wet the bed
from you, from me,
of honey, of wine...
and let the world wait until tomorrow.
—Gustavo Chaos✍🏻 (20 Apr 2026)
