It’s a fairly standard room, the sheets nor crisp nor white
The carpet slightly faded and the bathroom has a slight
look of being old and tired, nothing really fresh and new
It’s a room to rent by the hour for those who then pursue,
a quick indulgence of the flesh with fire in the loins
An exchange of lust with value to those of merely coins
I place my bag on the bed, as if to stake a claim
He should be here any moment and I feel the rise of flame
Closing my eyes I see us kissing touching licking sucking
This hour in the week purely for two lovers fucking
In a matter of moments, I drop my clothes to the floor
and just then my married lover comes walking through the door
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