Tonight she came late,
I had been sitting in our usual room
nine waiting for my date,
We have been doing this discreetly for
some months now, about eight,
Just love no hate.
Room nine was a neutral place,
For our discretion this would mean no
trace,
She’d always make an appearance from the
back door to hide her face,
What we did meant we had to be safe.
She came in dressed in a black trench
coat,
This erased all the anger for keeping me
waiting,
It was like I was programmed and she had
the remote,
As she unbuttoned I felt like she had kept
me forever wanting.
This wasn’t different from the norm,
All that’s cold sinful but still warm,
If either of our partners knew it would
cause a storm,
We never shared anything personal, all
pleasure and best to perform.
This was a first,
Deep as we quenched our lust,
Someone knocked at the door,
My guess is as good as yours, I still don’t
know.
