The Dirty hotel room smelled like piss, if you threw it up. I could see the skinny stick figure junkies on the bed, through the cracked bathroom mirror.
They searched and fumbled with dirty hands across road map arms looking for a way in.
Not my beauty.
I fueled the fire and watched her ebony skin turn as yellow as a virgin belly dancer, taunting my very essence to the surface. There would be no fumbling and butchering these perfect arms for a path to my heart. My love had traveled around the world to make her way inside me.
I drew her out of the silver prison and counted off units as she made her way to kiss my flawless neck. She nuzzled me close and left no mark as we fell in love. I drew back a bouquet of blood red roses and committed to her love.
I could hear the disgusting couple who obviously had no respect talking as if a million miles away.
They had to be discussing love.
“Something borrowed, something blue.” Was that what they said.
It didn’t matter I was still lost in the china doll’s kiss.