This poem was selected for publication and will form part of my collection in my 2nd book.
Hey babe what’s your name?
Should I ask what is your name?
Do you even know my name?
I get up and stand by the window frame
I peep out the window
Survey the streets, in case a jealous lover creeps
The sudden fear makes me erect
Inspect the bed, she lies
Who are you?
Who am I?
Sex binds us
The only thought that I have
You awake and I am ready to be gone
So long, maybe a next time with the one night man
False names on motel registers
We pretend together
A short night that will seem like forever
Laughing down the corridor
Lust the feeling as I throw you on the floor
Unprotected, common sense disconnected
People banging on the wall
Our sounds disturb their sleep
The woman weeps, professing love
There is no love for the one night man
Sexual needs from the look feed the one night man
Unconditional yet with a condition
No ties, no calls and no in-laws!
This is my movie
Ruled by pleasure
Let’s not get together
But enjoy each other
The one night man aka Steve Scott