Twenty Floors High.

Twenty Floors High

by james bezerra

Remember twenty floors high

that icebox hotel room

ocean view, giant window

warm to the touch.

How dark in here

how bright out there

and

I kissed the back of your neck

and

you unbuttoned your pants

and

snatched my hand

and

told me to touch you

and

you watched little bright people

in the pool down below

and

how wet you already were

and

spread your feet wide

and

kept your hand on top of mine

and

your fingers on top of mine

and

the rhythm just what you wanted

and

the speed just what you wanted

and

pressure just what you wanted

and

you said, I can see people in that room over there.

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