cross-legged on the hotel bed
she sat wearing nothing
but his unbuttoned shirt,
a pretty smile,
and his favorite perfume
he walked in the door
and dropped the bottle of wine
for just a second,
but caught it quickly
and set it on the table
as he stood over her
taking off his clothes
swiftly, but smoothly
the twinkle in his eyes
lit up an otherwise
darkening room
he slide in beside her,
rolled carefully on top,
and kissed her so passionately
she almost forgot to breath
as he softly stroked her inner thigh
and teased her wet desire,
he nibbled on her ear lobe
and down her silky neck
now his strong, sure hands
went to work
driving her to a dizzy,
maddening lather
taking his time, he caressed
her bare, glistening breasts
and unleashed his wild tongue
round her swollen nipples
making them erect
and so hard
it hurt
in a pleasing way
as he spread her quivering legs
she cried out, "love me sailor,
love me like it's your last night in port"
with the experience of an older man
the passion of a younger man
and the imagination of a child
... he did…
when they parted that evening,
he kissed her through the car window
the steam of their breath
created a cloud
they wanted to climb into
and make the moment last
forever
"what if we never see each other again",
she gasped as tears rolled down her beautiful
face
and with his best impression of Bogart said,
"we'll always have Paris"
gently pulling her face up with his hand
so he could gaze into her soul,
he finished with a crooked smile,
"here's looking at you kid"
then he walked out
shedding parking lot lights
to the rental car
and didn't look back
fearing she might see the strain
in his big brown eyes
he twisted the key
and his heart turned over
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Warner Robins, Georgia '08
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