Room Nine

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.