This poem is called Hotel (Atmosphere)

Hotel (Atmosphere)

The reservation is made for your stress relief, come in the room where will do more than speak.
Rest and relax to my hands on your legs and feet.
The atmosphere to feel my hands around you, my voice in your ear will tell you what I do.
The atmosphere where we can sip  and paint off of each other.
So many times you’ve been my Muse in my mind, when can we Combine reality in the atmosphere we make? we wouldn’t be just a date but an experience .
Atmosphere filled with relevant long kisses
The mirror as the audience, the ceiling as your point of view.
I am your room service.
Taking my time even though we have hours.
Atmosphere to where you breathe heavy because of how I tease the cervix.
Still delicate when I kiss you.
Open your eyes and realize the reality of my movement to where I talk to your G spot.
Atmosphere with forces of nature’s meet.
From dirty to nasty and even more levels.
Perfect curves no centerfold.
Let’s go from the wee hours to daybreak.
No magic tricks just passion and pounding
Atmosphere that we  will
remember decades from now.
At the slightest touch we can go back.
love expressed raw.
Literally hold me inside you.
Control the ending of the atmosphere because it is what you deserve.
Atmosphere.