Sweet Suite.

Rooftop love,

High floor suites.

Countless glasses of whisky,

Naked as they can be.


They draw on spirituality;

They connect with sensuality.

Rhythmic compatibility

Physical and emotionally.



And outdated diskettes.

Paired with deep breaths,

And lingering kisses.


Names were repeated,

Like temple chants slowed.

An affair passionate,

It couldn’t have lasted.


It was hell of a gamble,

Of selfishness and greed.

It was a night to remember,

They both agreed.

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