Hotel top floor

Staring out over the lights of the city.

Yet the brightest light is standing in front of me.

Awaiting my touch I want to be your filament.

Keep you on all night.

I take my glasses off and and hope we can discover electricity while I throw a couple Of Ben Franklins.

I am in love with the tidal wave that is your slow wind, be my my ocean view.

Show me how well you can put on a show.

I want the city to get a view of you if they dare watch.

I’ll sit back and let you be center stage. The focus is all on you!

Just know.

The sounds

The smells

The moans

The taste

The thoughts

The touch

Is nothing compared to

THE VIEW

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Written by Confident1al

Discovery within discovery, a place of genuine growth! Expressing through the many ways I feel comfortable and uncomfortable doing so....

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