Hotel Mirage
Neon drips down stucco walls while desert twilight lingers thick and you appear in satin shadow with a grin that splits the hush in slick surprise,
I taste the sultry wind you drag indoors, a furnace laced with jasmine smoke that wraps around my lungs and makes each careful breath ignite and rise;
We lock the door behind our backs, the click a final drum that shoves the worried world outside, then every inch of caution curls and slowly dies,
Your fingers stroke my collar open, knuckles sparking static sparks that race along my spine and light a storm behind my captive eyes.
You tug my belt with playful snap, then draw me further into lamplight humming amber soft, a cradle forged for sin to thrive,
I chase the curve along your hip, tongue tracing silver beads of sweat that bloom like stars upon your skin and keep the window glass alive;
Floorboards moan in jealous thrill while clothes slide free in hurried piles, forgotten in the dust where patience took a swan-dive,
Our laughter mingles with the whirr of rattling fan—its tired blades applaud the heat as wild ambitions leap and drive.
We reach the bed, a sagging raft on dunes of linen white yet hungry as an ocean eager for the pull of tide,
You push me down, a comet flash, then settle slow until our pulses fuse and hammer signals neither one can hide;
Hips grind raw electric beats that match the distant highway hum, two engines revving fierce in race with cresting pride,
Sweat rains soft as monsoon mist, beading down your swaying back while every nerve inside my chest unknots and opens wide.
Your name bursts free in fever gasps, a guttural hymn that rattles ceiling plaster loose then scatters flakes across the gloom,
Teeth scrape along my shoulder, trading sting for bliss, and in that charge the darkened room transforms into a star-lit womb;
We climb the crest in tightening loops, breath stuttering hard then breaking out in thunder claps that shake the creaking tomb,
Climax slams—twin bolts aligned—white flare that blinds the night and floods the air with jasmine musk and heavy fume.
Afterglow spreads lazy wings, we sprawl in glowing wreckage sweet, limbs knotted firm while heartbeats slow and hum,
Outside the strip keeps flashing bright, but here the only light that matters flickers soft on sheets where passions thrum;
You kiss my cheek, your grin still sly, and trace small spirals on my chest that hint the evening stunt is far from done—