Running through the hotel

In my socks and short shorts

My heart beating fast before I make it to his door

Breathing in his cologne

Flat on my stomach

Shoulders touching as we lean close

Inside, it’s just us and quiet

His roommate is gone for a few hours

Leaving us to our own devices

And to each other

Turning off the light, I let him cross a line

Eyes lock in the darkness

Lips move in the stillness

Past 3 am, we’re more than friends

Steal more secrets from me

Make promises of sweet nothings

As we sink into these sheets

Hold me how I haven’t been held in too long

Touch me where it needs to be felt