" The bus ran late as i stood in the fog lighting
my cigar, and there you are.
Like a genie exiting from your bottle.
The aroma of the cherry blend smoke
filling the air with the dampness only England
can bare presented a perfect match of us two
just standing there.
Leaving London was immediately put on hold,
you captured my soul.
A taxi pulled up as if it was sent from up above.
We entered, and she spoke. "Take us to a place
where we are to make love."
Thoughts raced through his mind of what
the future may hold.
Living in the States with a job that awaits.
Can he be so bold?
The ride comes to an end, and pays the fair.
A doorman greets them with a hardy cheer.
Making their way through the lobby they
reach the front desk.
Keys to their room are handed to the lady.
She holds them tight up against her *******.
They exit the elevator on the 10th floor,
she injects the key to open the room door.
Making her way to the bathroom in order
to freshen up.
He takes a sit on the bed lays back only to pass out.
A tug on his shoulder, he awakes, with the bus driver
letting him know they're at the last stop."