Twisted sheets.

Come, let us escape awhile,
And leave the world 
Behind closed doors
Tuck adulthood away,
Beneath my bed
Besides your work boots.
Let me remind you how it feels to be 
Young 
Hungry 
Alive 
I’ll wrap my legs around your waist,
And whisper runaway tales
Of the life, we would live.
If we could only abandon,
The life that we lead 
Beyond these twisted sheets.
             

                        -Natasha