This Hotel Bed Feels Empty Poem by Jason PraTT

This Hotel Bed Feels Empty



hello harlot, your heinie
right here
in the middle
of my heavy view
jiggly and lively
as our lustful moments dance sweetly
towards the dawn of tomorrow
whereas wildfire winds us back
to the beginning
of the hellos
and our good-byes are scheduled
with silent, affectionate emotion

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Jason PraTT

Jason PraTT

Houston, Texas
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