The Braided Lady

After the drive
arrive at the spot
natural spring
delectably hot,
One person there
a lady with braids
the small motel
one of the maids,

Many tattoos
two nipple rings
painted toes
and other things,
“Lots of room
join me, yes do
ample space
for both of you,”

Watches as we
slowly strip bare
stand there naked
she seems to stare,
Slip in the water
up to our necks
is this, she asks
what we expect,

Drive was long
dusty and dry
little traffic
passing by,
Knew this place
not been before
no anticipation
what was in store,

She asks how long
we plan to stay
at the motel
she works each day,
There she lives
a room in the back
with all the tattoos
you and I lack,

Soak and talk
look at the sky
the conversation
by and by,
Leads us up
a circuitous path
in my brain
I do that math,

One plus two
known to be three
both women
but with me?
In the motel
crazy or not
it turns out
right on the dot,

Later that night
we’re settled in
see the woman
with braids, again,
Dragon running
length of her spine
an appetite
for things divine,

When we finish
when we are through
lady with braids
says “I like you,”
“Let’s do this again
before you go
things about me
you still don’t know,”