I bypassed reception
And the Romanian lady who looked older than her years
I head for floor two
Ignoring the lift I sprint both flights of stairs
Following the signs for room zero eight three
I find the door, knock four times and wait, nervously
You answer promptly, shimmering in gold
And the tea lights flicker
We hold each other
Press our lips together and my heart beats quicker
We pause, take a breath and you offer me a drink
I look at the bottle and decline
It’s too early for whiskey, I think
Here begins our night of heat
Senses and touching
Kiss, press, lick, suck
Tight grips
and fucking
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