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