Room 117

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Once on a clear day in May,

My lover called to lustfully say,

With me on his mind, his thoughts were unclean;

He needed me promptly in     
  Room 117.

That he was excited and wanted to play.

Brought a smile to my lips, and I must convey

I hung up the phone and by 3:15

I was knocking on the door of
Room 117.

He opened the door with a casual flare;

He pulled me close and touched my hair.

His kisses were soft and wet and clean.

He showered me with kisses in
Room 117.

His kisses were slow, deliciously sweet;

Before I knew it I was off of my feet.

Rolling on the bed as if in a love scene,

We kissed hard and deep in

Room 117.

Wanting more than his kisses even though they were sweet,

I crawled from the bed and sighed to my feet.

I wanted to show him things he’d never seen

Before entering the doors of
Room 117.

I noticed no table, I noticed no chair.

I noticed a dresser, where I wanted him there!

To take him to heights he had only dreamed

Was my goal for my lover in

Room 117!

I motioned for him to climb on the dresser.

He allowed me to take the role of “aggressor”.

I promised to be gentle without being mean,

As I claimed him as my own in

 Room 117.

I looked up at him as he towered above.

My heart was filled with lust,

My eyes were filled with love.

My head was eye level to his zippered jeans;

I unzipped them swiftly in

Room 117.

I planted soft kisses up and down his moist tip,

Panting hungrily I slurped while licking my lips

I made him moan loudly shouting things obscene

As I swallowed him whole in

Room 117.

I felt like a lioness with her prey in pursuit

He screamed with delight as I tasted his fruit

I squirmed, hot and yearning as I drank the protein

From my Chocolate Napolean in

Room 117.