Bath House
Driving and fast
is your motivation.
To kill, and untie
these knots of
Ecstasy.
I fell asleep.
Twin bed, making love
with barely any room.
I smelled you,
no matter how embarrassed
You were.
And the restroom
at the infamous mall
was not necessary
In order to find you.
Sex clubs, so trite
but a medium to
fine love.
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