By Nikki
Date: 31 May 2000

Old Green Sheets

These old green sheets
ain't what they used to be.
They used to be soft
and comfy.
Now they torment my tender flesh,
leaving me to memories of your
gentle touch.
Oh!...to feel those fingers skimming
lightly over heated skin,
shivers of pleasure coursing
down my spine.
Your hot breath only fans
the flames higher, and I
am lost in a world of
sensation, all rational
thought drowned by the
deluge of passion
brought on by wave after
wave of brilliant colors.
Galaxies spin through
my mind as bodies
spin out of control.
Harsh breathing brings
me back from a trip
I hadn't planned.
Damn!  These old green sheets
ain't what they used to be.
I wonder if they come in any other colors!

NL 5/31/00