A standard room

With standard features

I am looking at a standard ceiling

Hotels are rather erotic places

As one is always passing through

You are still breathing heavily but calmly

I can see beads of sweat on your smooth shoulders

The once crisp sheets are now light damp

They have served their given purpose

My cock is still semi erect and searching for rest

All my strength has left me almost comatose

I am now part of this anonymous hotel bed

Yet long for a shower with you my love

As the air is sweaty and punch humid

Bur that is over an hour away if not more