staggering down the hallway
fumbling around for the hotel key
(pennies, lint, condom: … check
the other pocket: flask … key!)
we crash onto the bed:
you’re Full of me
about to make Twins
to place in the Crib
but thankfully, we have a Pull-out.
i can’t get enough of you in those sheets
and you’re not even Egyptian,
but you’re definitely 1,000 count thread,
weaving your legs around me,
silky and slippery as fuck.
let’s envelope ourselves in the Duvet
to officially Blanket this love.