hot desire

Dedicated to Tidespotter50 for inspiring me to write this one
   
   
alone in my bed  
in a fancy miami beach hotel  
i wonder what would  
have happened had    
i asked him his name  
handsome young desk clerk  
still on my mind    
after leaving him speechless  
in the lobby    
following a heavy flirtation  
holding his gaze  
as he attempts to  
give me change for the soda machine  
oh how his hand shook as    
i brushed my extended hand  
against his own  
the coins falling to the floor  
missing my hand  
   
i was lonesome lying there  
wondering should i get dressed  
and go downstairs just to see  
if he was still on duty  
or perhaps call the front desk  
and ask him if  
he would care to drop by    
when his shift was over  
no, nothing that bold  
turning on  the t.v.    
i catch the end of  
some romantic movie  
didn't help matters  
just flamed  my desire  
for this handsome stranger    
   
fighting sleep now  
i wonder if it would    
be worth the risk    
to slip downstairs    
to catch a last look at him  
before i went to sleep  
truthfully, i wanted more  
i slip out of bed    
and reach for my clothes  
struggle to put them on  
i try to talk myself  
out of going    
thinking he has long forgotten  
the brief exchange we had  
i'm only remembering it  
because it made me feel so good  
besides he had probably left  
has a woman waiting for him  
somewhere on this marvelous beach  
   
could i go downstairs  
and risk rejection  
or perhaps find he's    
not even there at such    
a late hour    
knowing there's  
only one way to know for sure  
i'm at the door trying  
to collect my thoughts  
but all i can think of  
is how i lay there wondering  
what his lips would feel like  
pressing against mine  
what his hands would  
feel like moving over me  
i feel hot all over  
thinking of the long  
drawn out fantasy i had  
just made up in my mind  
get your courage on  
i tell myself as i reach  
for the door    
my hand trembling all the while