he asked her if she'd go with him
for what was a night of elegance
with nothing inappropriate
conveyed by either word or glance
so they were there as colleagues
zero shown or done or evidenced
but oh the food and drink were good
and much indulged and somehow sensed
the car a sudden kiss and she
no longer cared of right or wrong
or anything except to feel
among within this she belonged
to his hotel to hours spent
from what was maybe innocent
to fire spread with such dispatch
that all it took was just one
match
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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