Hotel of despair
Hotel of hope
Will you touch me with secrecy
Sweet thought of remembrance
Your hand glistened like a silk glove
I recall each brush, soft and beautiful
This hotel I pass by each day
Now engraved by our love making
A moan pictured on the walls
A nestle of disguised needs
Ultimate fake for a duet dance
Will you come for me?
(sorry for now, it's not the real link to the Wicked wednesday page, as i was too late to post!
my apologises to the owner of the website, i just added an external link out of respect to show where the theme came from, which was inspiring today. Thanks ;-))