One Night

The smell of dry sex
Fills the stale room;

A woman poured over a bed
Spent like a college grant;

A man hides in the bathroom:
Only clue is a phone cord,
Murmurs and laughs echo throughout;

The woman rolls over, face-down,
Displaying on the shag carpet
The dinner-lure that got her here....

Go on to her head felt like....

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