The Intimacy of Coffee

He brought me to a hotel  
Room number 225
I was a nervous girl, in the dark
However, never felt more alive  
He gave me lace  
Told me to "Try it on for size"
Made me wash my make-up off  
So, I had not a single disguise
He laid me on the bed  
But he only wanted to talk  
Told me stories of regrets  
And at first, threw my off  
Then in my response
He interrupts me with a kiss
Intense enough to make me sweat
A feeling I've desperately missed  
 
His fingertips start to paint me  
Making me into his masterpiece
The anticipation of his body
He was my perfect release
 
The whispers he sang  
Spoke the expressive truth  
He looked into my eyes and asks  
"You poor thing, what will I do with you?"
He plants his hands on my wrists  
I start to feel his soft skin  
Along with his thick hair  
This is right where it begins  
 
He loved me deeply  
He couldn't let me go  
Even when I was breathing heavy  
We were still going slow...
 
Eventually, we went back to silence  
However, soft kisses were still in play  
He held tight till loss of breath  
And played with my hair as we laid  
I couldn't help but the thought of wonders  
If this was all just a dream  
Never in my life with someone  
Have I ever felt so healthy and clean...
 
I woke up to the curtains open wide  
And a note with some coffee
It said "Thank you for your warmth,
And you were the beautiful night that saved me..."