Bed
Warmth calls upon your name
Summoning you closer with sweet sounds
Clutching your body
hands as soft as silk
Each movement becomes harder
A force pushing against you
More powerful than any person
A grip
tighter than clothing
Worn by those who work on the corner
A voice like the Sirens
Erotic
Enchanting
Enticing
Leading you
To the face
Of destruction
A savory smell
So familiar
You can lie
There forever
Immersing itself into your thoughts
Revealing every flaw
Urging you to repent
Past decisions
It sets your memories on replay
Waiting for you to alter them slightly
Hoping your thoughts become a canvas
With only the slightest markings
Demanding no materials
It grants you the ability to
Develop an entirely new world
In an entirely new universe
All within the confines
Of your mind
They wonder why you never leave
Why you never escape
Each excuse
It runs through your brain
But this
This is your escape
Your escape from the real world
From the cold dark place
From all of the strain
All of the rain
All of the real pain
Oh. Warmth calls upon your name