Room 318

A one night stand poem.

Strangers, staring from a distance
Your eyes follow her body
She moves, deliberately
Tempting you.


The ice melts,
The room is suddenly hot
She approaches slowly
Watching your every
...Move.

Words,
Hushed tones,
Spoken quick,
Chosen with purpose.

Hands, here, there,
Everywhere.
Seeking flesh,
Finding soft skin.

Room 318
Cheap wallpaper,
Bland bedding,
Goes unnoticed.

Waking up,
Tasting bitter regret,
Searching for last nights jeans,
Dashing out without a word.

She wakes up,
alone.