That hotel room
two days of bliss.
Warm, wrapped in your arms.
We stayed in that bed
barely ate,
feeding only on carnal desire.
By daylight we fucked,
as if we had just discovered
the origin of lust.
We left our room
for condoms alone.
That tiny corner store
choices limited.
All that remained,
glowed in the dark.
So by night,
we used them all.
As sleep, finally found us
exhausted,
I gazed at the floor.
The summation
of euphoria replete,
littered in glowing streaks
like comets in the night sky.
It was, the most beautiful thing
I had ever seen.