Her saturated sex
Wax; the Summer’s teetering fast
Closing in on her hotel room
Simmering in a passion that’ll make it last
The coast rises out of a dormant state
Sunshine bursting, gentle & warm
Strutting; pure confidence of love
A tightrope of the exaggerated norm
“I don’t know what to tell you.” He walked naked away from the bed. He had to carefully make his way around her heels and panties from the night before. They had been irreverently strewn about the room in the lovers’ haste. Her dress didn’t make it very far into the room. It was lying by the door. His suit had been thrown onto the chair across from the bed. “Perhaps I’m not the guy you’ve been looking for all these years.”
She hid under the sheets and pulled a pillow over her face when he pulled the curtains over. The sunlight broke into the room. She cursed him from under all that material. She then threw a pillow at him.
“Maybe you’re right. Maybe you’re not man enough for me.”
“You didn’t think that way last night when I was…”
“I get it. No need to rehash all that.”
“I’d love to rehash that.” He gave her a head nod. She just rolled her eyes at him.
“Oh yes. Definitely.”
“No, I know you want to have sex again. I was saying ‘really’ to your corny line.”
“Whatever it takes to get you in the mood.”
“Right now, I just want sleep.”
“Not now, babe. I have plans for us. Well, non-sexual ones at the moment.”
“You’ll have to get that sweet ass up and find out.”
“Can you at least bring me coffee?”
“You know, every time you smile at me, my entire life brightens.”
“You’re such a cheeseball.” She said, shaking her head.
“I’m serious. I don’t want any of this is overshadow how I feel about you. I am going to love you with reckless abandon.”
“You’re never going to get me out of bed like this.”
“Okay, I’ll get you some coffee. You want one of those fancy vanilla things?”
“No, just cream and sugar, please.”
“You better get into the shower.” He checked his watch. “We have about an hour to be downstairs.”
“Why are we on a schedule? What did you plan?”
“You’ll see. Now get on up!”
He walked out of the hotel room. The lobby was a giant room with rooms on four sides looking down on it. Each room had a small balcony for the guests to walk out on. It was a nice departure from the usual hotel with windows bolted shut. There were fountains and ponds wrapped around and in between a couple small open air bars and seating areas. It was a simply designed central room, but it was atheistically pleasing.
There was a Starbucks next to the gift shop. It was filled with customers by the time he got in line. He was the third person standing out the door, which doubled as the walkway for the hotel. It was awkward to have to keep avoiding the hotel guests with their luggage. The pace was slow, but he worked his way into the actual store. The baristas were working madly to get through the line of sleepy customers. His frustration softened when he realized the efforts they were putting. This was just a five dollar coffee to him. This was their daily life. He made sure to tip them a little extra than usual.
With Coffee in hand, he made his way back up to the room. He nodded silently and smiled wide to the cleaning ladies. He tried his best to keep the coffee from spilling in from of them.
Getting a key out of your pocket when you have two hands full of coffee is an amazing feat. It involves the use of your chin, shoulder and arm while trying to not give yourself third degree burns.
He could hear the shower going once he opened the door. The smile immediately crested his face. Walking into the bathroom, he set the coffees down on the counter. He had a tough decision to make. There was a naked woman on the other side of a very thin piece of plastic. He had already told her to hurry up and get ready for the day. She was a phenomenal beauty. His willpower was limited whenever she was feeling devious.
“Do you need any help in there?”
“Will you hand me my coffee?” She slung open the shower curtain without a hint of modesty or embarrassment. “I just can’t seem to get moving today.” He handed her the disposable cup, without looking her in the eye.
“I really want to join you, but then we’ll never get out of here.”
“It’s a real shame you made plans for the day. You never know what could have happened.”
He smiled at her.
Why are you sittin’ way over there?
C’mere, let’s have a lovin’ tussle
Slide across this ol’ bench seat
Time you felt some American muscle
Cruisin’ at over their speed limits
Where to? We’ll be there in a snap
Hike your skirt up a little more, girl
Why not, crawl over here to my lap
You won’t be needing these panties
And if I might tell you the truth
I merely wish to taste your sweetness
To drink endlessly of your Fountain of Youth
Sneaking a peek
Down your shirt
Once wasn’t caught
Another won’t hurt
Such lovely orbs
Within my sight
Please, Baby, please
Give me a black eye tonight!
You used to be King Ding-a-Ling
You were the Lord of your frat house
Now you’re middle-aged & quite lame
The only love you get is down at the cat house
Her cover-up cannot hide
The alluring beauty from my eyes
Watching her slowly stroll along the beach
With each step, another moment out of reach
Dreams of our last encounter
I routinely did mount her
She delightfully squirmed in containment
When I made her my edible arrangement
“Even his fucking was binary, a sorting process by which certain practices could be tried and found wanting or approved and accorded benchmark status.”