Red Silk sheets

Red Silk Sheets

She likes naked on red silk sheets,
staring at me burning a hole through me.
Her desire unquenched,
thirsty—but not for water.

The lust running through her body takes control.
She lies there as God intended,
waiting for me to approach.
Cautiously I move toward her,
knowing what’s about to happen,
aching for it to happen
chills along my spine
as I look into her eyes.
She parts the red silk, inviting me in.

Her green eyes sparkle, daring me closer,
to take my prize just for tonight.
She is mine, and I am hers:
body, mind, and soul just for tonight.
The red silk sheets are waiting.

Tomorrow we’ll both disappear into the mist,
a mirage nothing more
like it never happened.
Because it didn’t.
You wake, and it wasn’t real.
Only the cold sweat on red silk remains.