Running through the hotel
in my socks and short shorts
My heart is beating fast before I make it to his door
Breathing in his cologne
flat on my stomach,
shoulders touching as we lean close
Inside, it’s just us and quiet
His roommate is gone for a few hours
leaving us to our own devices
and to each other
Turning off the light, I let him cross a line
Eyes lock in the darkness,
lips move in the stillness
Past 3 am, we’re more than friends
Steal more secrets from me,
make promises of sweet nothings
as we sink into these sheets
Hold me how I haven’t been held in too long
Touch me where it needs to be felt