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No Strings Business Traveler
Ricocheting the globe, an apparition...
Assaulted by monotony, torn by carnal daggers...
Desire lost, in the dank annals of a lifetime...
Lovelorn, I wait for him...
Monotone room painted with innuendo...
Accentuated by jewels of remorse…
Holding secret lives, lies…jaded denizens,
In secrecy, I wait…
Perched on a bar stool, beer in hand,
Mouth on mine, fixed by an embrace...
Lone traveler...lonely insolence...
I wait...
Cigarette…Bloody Mary...
Sweat collects on his brow,
Sensual vice…
Heartbeats skip on my breast...
Reckless kisses part my lips...
Relentless...lascivious, my love…
I sigh…surrender…
Re-living him...I wait…
Phantom being, my body beneath...
Exhausted flesh...I breathe him in…
Exhaling, I anticipate…
Warmth of hands, stroking hair...
Delicate caress, thin shivers…
Cured by certainty, consequence...
Wanting...I wait...
Eyes like coal...a torrent swells...
Extended sip, short pause…
I turn to him…
Fracturing the fog...
A silhouette drenched in lust…
Sacrilege....Irreverence....
Nuzzling the nape of my neck...
Smell of Vodka, breath like a torch…
Obscene…obstinate…
Nipping my ear with a whisper,
I crave him....
A kiss…retreat…
Wrapped in retrospect...
Haunted by foresight,
A one room suite...
Gilded in garish pleasure…
Nomad traveler...I loosen his tie...
No words…
Longing...I thirst for him…
Befuddled reach, scorched touch...
Engorged flesh, forbidden,
Mine in the moment...
And I, his…
One bastard...one bitch...
Jezzebel…Romeo…
Violation of vows…
Overtaken by denial…
Sanctified in his embrace...
