Tristan Robert Lange

Satin Sheets

The satin sheets feel so damn good

On this, our sacred bed of love.

Your body warms mine this cold night,

The satin sheets feel so damn smooth

Wrapped around us in such delight.

Steam and sweat saturate the sheets.

Your body holds mine this dark night—

Those satin sheets feel so damn sleek,

On our hot and sensitive flesh.

Wrapped right on around this night,

Steamy sweat saturates the sheets—

Those satin sheets, still so damn sleek—

My body is found this dark night

As aroused and sensitive flesh.

I wish I weren’t so alone.

Still wrapped around on this cold night,

Steamy sweat saturates the sheets—

Satin sheets, now feeling less sleek—

My body is stuck, this dark night,

As aroused and sensual flesh.

I hate these nights I dream of you;

I wish I weren’t so hopeless,

Wrapped around faded memories.

Steam and sweat have turned cold—

My body is desp’rate this night

And aroused as sexual flesh.

The satin sheets now feel like shit.

You lie near me, yet I’m alone.

I hate these nights I dream of you;

Wrapped around faded memories,

Steam and sweat have turned cold—

My body, desperate this night,

Is now let down as hopeless flesh.

The satin sheets feel so lonely

On this, our bed of distant love.

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