Back in the hotel room
a perfect set of instructions
she begs to be undressed,
of course she is told to wait.
I reach for the playlist
play our favorite songs
that are going to set up a mood.
Heavy handed kisses,
I smear her once pretty lips,
she smiles deeply, while being taken
to that carpeted room.
The couch with the obvious couch
she watches with envy
I undo a couple of buttons and snaps.
She flinches, the last three buttons
bounce across the carpet floor.
I tell her to stand,
I swear I’ve never seen bigger eyes,
and from behind, she’s undressed,
she pushes back against my open palm.
The curve of the couch,
naturally holds her body in a way
feverishly supported, she begs in a way
using the words she knows
will get one reaction.
Aggressively, pulled upward and shifted
she’s in her favorite position
the couch finally gives away its secrets
we feel our pulses and collapse.
Given a new set of instructions to follow.
The room is too warm, we need air
we need the eyes upon us.
Sheer balcony curtains
are whipped open in one move,
she’s told to keep palms flat on the glass.
Strong hands on hips,
her shoulders flex and glisten
against a silhouetted city sky.
My free hand slides the glass door open
the cold air is a rush
the filthy sounds of the streets
she’s asked a set of certain questions
fuck does she answer…
There against the city
each of the hotel rooms
were memorialized by a different mood.
We finally collapsed
in that oversized tub,
feet entwined and dangling.
We promised this was now
our one and favorite place
forty floors up.