the how in starting

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


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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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