EXPECTED (STRONG LANGUAGE)

[dadio]

The room isn’t what
You imagined. There is
Little to recommend it

Other than it is warm
And clean. Drudgemore
Said he was just going

Down to the reception
And he’d be back. You
Look out the window.

There are trees in a far
Off field and birds fly in
And out of the branches.

The sky is stark with heavy
Clouds and it looks like rain.
You turn and touch the

Bed with your fingers. Press
The mattress. Not Like the
Bed in the last cheap hotel.

Drudgemore’ll like this room
The bed and the warmth. He’ll
Not notice the view from the

Window not see the birds going
Back and forth from the trees.
He’ll only see your face beneath

Him as he fucks and feel your naked
Body beneath his own and hear
The noisy rattle of bedsprings and

Your sexual moans. You sit on the
Bed and wait. There is an old dark
Painting on one of the walls. The

Wallpaper is drab with a flowery
Pattern. You kick off your shoes
And hear them drop to the floor.

Drudgemore comes in and closes
The door. He starts to undress on
His way to the bed and you watch

Each item of his clothing fall as he
Moves. There is that expectancy
There in each motion of body and

Head but still you lie there watching
Unmoved still dressed on the silent bed.

[joel]

The room isn’t what
You imagined. There is
Little to recommend it

Other than it is warm
And clean.

Yeah, how often do we imagine the room so much danker, dirty, cold?

[dadio]

Thank you, Joel.

[Arcadia]

I also imagine you cooking differently all the gallery and writing something like a novel someday, dadio...!! gracias for sharing your texts!!!!!!!

[dadio]

thank you, Arcadia.