Hotel Rooms

We decode the switches
Adjust the AC
Fix the instant tea
Draw the curtains
Pull up our knees,
Kiss lightly and chat
While our heartbeats
Settle into 
One too many a pillow

We have symbols
A shower cap
A room key
That never works
The first time
Beer in a black polythene
Your old t-shirt
My extra pantie

How my heart skips
When I see you in the lobby
How wet I get
As your hand lingers on my knee

And yet we chat
And laugh at silly things
And gossip
About people we know
And all the time
Your hands move

I inhale you
We touch with our skin
We connect with our minds
We consummate with our souls

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