Beneath the Sheets

It’s been a long time really since I was in that bed with you it wasn’t even mine or yours, but I can still remember it well. It belonged to some huge hotel chain, clinical crisp white sheets all tucked around the mattress and me and you pressed beneath them. There were a million and one kisses shared in that room, kisses that had been saved for what seemed like such a long time. Each one new and fresh, they never stop feeling like the first kiss.
  It is something that I will never forget as long as I live, the busy city around us and the train passing outside the window every ten minutes ‘Paris. London… Paris. London’ I don’t know why that train passing made me feel like I was somewhere else like I was in some old black and white movie, it didn’t matter where I was when I was in that room with you really.
 There have been other rooms since, one’s that are more personal and less clinical but I will never forget that room, or those sheets and how terribly messy they got. I’ll never forget that unmade bed or you beneath those sheets. I wanted to keep you there forever.