MOTEL 6- A poem from A Beautiful Violation

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There were moments when I was falling
Reaching out
She pulled me into her
I told her I was sorry she made me weak

”I like it,” she whispered

I had to watch her dream

My fingers danced on her back
Getting lost in the stories they wrote

Skating on porcelain
Letting gravity take over
Down her hips, her ass, legs…
Legs that could make you forget

I tried to crush these moments into paper
They wouldn’t fit
Moments not meant for sharing rarely do


I paused my story there
Staring at a black stain on the hotel room floor

She didn’t look up from her nails as she spoke
“It’s $50 if you want to keep talking”

I reached for my wallet

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