Drifting asleep
Between scratchy motel sheets
Smell of mildew faintly in the nose
Another night in a thousand
But no one to hold
The soft press of flesh
Against your own
The smell so sweet of one
Who wants to hold your own
And the morning comes
Holding such firm, soft, woman
And it begins to slip away
And as I begin to wake
The fuzzy memory
Of her body I try to grasp
I do very much want to feel
Woman's embrace