FRIDAY LOVE 1975A Poem by Terry CollettA MAN AND WOMAN IN A CHEAP HOTEL AND LOVE MAKING IN 1975We made it to the hotel, booked in, found our room, looked around, felt the bed, bounced some, she looked out the window and said, there's an office across the road, people working their Friday afternoon, I joined her over at the window looked through the net curtains, they can't see us, I said, they might, Netanya said, draw the curtains then, I said, so she drew the curtains and the room became dark, I turned on the light and she said, now or later? now and later, I said smiling, is there room service? she asked, it's not that kind of hotel, too cheap, I'm hungry, she said, can't we have something to eat first and drink? ok, I said, so we went down the road to a cafe and order meals and two coffees and sat there waiting, what did your old man say about you coming off with me the long weekend? I said, well I didn't actually say I was with you I said I was going to see this play here and was going to meet an old friend, she said, good idea, I said, the waitress brought our meals and drinks and went off wiggling her fine a*s, Netanya said, do you look at every woman's backside as they walk? mostly, I said, well don't when I'm with you it's unromantic, she said, eating her food, looking at me, Benny I don't mean to moan but looking at other women in that way reminds me of my husband and that ain't good, Netanya said, I gazed at her, her dark eyes, dark brown hair, the red dress, I'll remember that, I said, we ate and drank then walked back to the hotel and went to our room, she went to the window and looked through the curtains, they're still there working, she said, those office people, I looked at them too, poor guys and dolls, we are about to f**k and they're working their asses off, I said, that's a crude word, she said, make love sounds better, more romantic, more engaging, ok, I said, make love it is, and we walked over to the bed and began to undress, I'd not seen her undress since that London night in that cheap hotel a few months back, undressed we got into bed and lay there looking at each other, am I too old for you? she said, no about right, I said, I'm 13 years older than you, she said, more experienced then, I said, she sighed and looked up at the ceiling, I feel old, she said, you so young, so good looking, I gazed at her, are we to make love or quiz? I said, make love, she said, so we did, that Friday afternoon while office worker worked across the road, we rocking the bed, kissing, holding and touching, she wondering no doubt what her husband would say if he saw, me thinking of the office workers working away, we made love and then fell aside and quietly lay. © 2016 Terry Collett |
StatsAuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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