The Sheets

I want to lick every part of you starting with your brain.

I want to bask in evening glow wrapped in your sheets.

Tell me what to do, give me what you want, I want it to.

Confirm my imaginations infatuation with remembering the parts of you.

What color were the sheets ? I don’t remember at all.

I remember the perfectly painted walls.

Play with me please, or let me play with you.

Strip down, go down, come down

Maybe the sheets were blue.

The hand that is mine has always been you.

Tell me what you want, I want it too.

Keep the shoes on?

Take the shoes off ?

Let take down all the clocks.

Play with me please, or let me play with you.

I’ll never remember the sheets, but always the feel of you.