We sit at the silent-lit hotel bar.
Your smile ignores the hidden chill as
bravely I meet your eye, for I know
this night will not end as
others – a kiss, a hand stroked playfully.
You repeat that whispered promise, to
bewitch me in your dark room .
At the edge of the bed, you sit, and
slowly, slowly
I lick,
down into the curve of flesh;
intense and intoxicating desire.
I trace your scorched scent.
As dawn trespasses into this measureless night and
extends pearly fingers,
filtered phosphorescence
through the half drawn curtains,
you open your heart and
time is suspended as we fall
beyond the redeeming clasp of dawn,
into the unchartered void.

Into the unchartered void,
beyond the redeeming clasp of dawn,
time is suspended as we fall.
You open your heart. And
through the half drawn curtains
filtered phosphorescence
extends pearly fingers
as dawn trespasses into this measureless night. And
I trace your scorched scent,
intense and intoxicating. Desire.
Down into the curve of flesh
I lick
slowly, slowly.
At the edge of the bed, you sit and
bewitch me in your dark room.
You repeat that whispered promise to
others, a kiss, a hand stroked playfully.
This night will not end as
bravely I meet your eye. For I know
your smile ignores the hidden chill, as
we sit in the silent-lit hotel bar.