Erotic PoetryTrystClandestine sex in foreign beds
out-of-the-way hotels
with pristine sheets
country motels coldly
anonymous where
we leave our signature
towels on the shower floor.
The space between our car
and the room sizzles
with possibilities
clothes can’t come off fast
enough each time
I tell myself to savour
the unveiling of my lust
but I’m starving for him
and hunger wins again.
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