Room 223
Desires,
fantasies,
sprung from gym-nasties.
Vivid thoughts during my workout,
will later become a reality.
Confidence prevails,
and I got you alone.
After two dinners,
a matinee,
and countless nude pictures
to my cellular phone.
I finally got you alone!!
In my penthouse suite,
room 223.
Warm Saki,
conversation,
a gentle massage.
I start with your feet.
Jared Pickett
12/29/09
Asavvy1
Copyright © Jared Pickett | Year Posted 2009
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