By Donovan Christoffer (bigsword@iastate.edu)
Date: 30 March 1998

This Empty Bed

The midnight light falls dark around me
As I lie here in this empty bed
The warmth of your body so far away
Your voice drifts through my head
My fingers retrace your silk-smooth skin
My nose recants your shampoo-fresh hair
My eyes envision your sun-kissed face
My tongue remembers your soft sultry lips
Your voice drifts through my head
The warmth of your body so far away
As I lie here in this empty bed