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