Late Thursday noon,
purple-pigmented sky.
the sun will set pretty soon,
together with the technicolor city lights.My phone vibrated,
A text message from you.
"7pm at the usual place,
I'll be waiting for u. "
I grinned 'cause in that very moment I knew,
I ran to the heartbreak hotel to make love with you.There in the entrance I saw,
My man, the king of my heart-
with our hands intertwined,
nothing can keep us apart.The second we entered,
no one can interrupt the show.
Burning kisses& scorching bodies,
the beat of his heart is the flow.Lights off and your libido on
we're shamelessly naked
and sinfully having fun.
U had my maroon lips unpainted
while whimpering lustful moans.We're flyin', darling. Flyin' so high
Sweat and juices are mixing,
we just can't deny.
So much pleasure for tonight,
Hope our roommates won't hear my cries.
desperately moving as we trade mouths-
in our climax, we've reached the sky.In this four-cornered room,
we satisfied our desires.
But sadly, I assume
your love for me is merely sexual.You left me hanging
'Cause your gf called on your phone.
I forgot I'm merely a harlot.
You're my King but your heart is her throne.
Heartbreak hotel,
I should have known.
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