A Knock at the Door

Small steamy room
Water cascades down
My mind wades through scenes
Of fingers and cock.

In the midst of revelry
Bangs a hollow unwelcome.
On my hotel room's door
Are three fingers that knock.

Wet headed and dripping
I call out loud
But three knocks return
My lovers must wait.

Wrapped in a towel
Bare toes cross the tile.
Hands pressed to my breast.
"This is so like my fate!"

The door swings open,
But the hallway is bare.
I step out to look
And behind me, a "click."

I turn to my right
But I'm stuck fast and held
My door's locked and closed
On my towel too quick.

The knob presses hard
On my butt as I struggle
I grab it and turn
But it won't budge an inch.

I pull and I twist.
I yank and I jump.
The towel starts to fall
But I catch and I cinch.

A ding down the hall
And two doors slide apart.
An old couple approaches
In panic, I compose.

The man doffs his hat
His lady squints and frowns
As I smile a merry smile
And wriggle my toes.

What shall I do?
How can this be?
I can't go or stay
And my butt's freezing off.

Long hallway footseps –
Young bellman approaches.
I blush and explain
And he smiles with a cough.

A card is produced
And he reaches around
But I fall in his arms
With my bare behind.

Surprised and alarmed
He stares in my eyes,
But one thing's awake
And it's not in my mind.

I grin as does he
And the card finds its home
Walking backwards, we enter
My room joined as one.

I kiss him and pull
Off his clothes with my teeth
As fingers and cock
Appear for our fun.

The old couple walks
By my towel on the floor
And they wonder what's happened
To the girl there…before.