Mrs Dillinger undressed
in the hotel room
a different room
from the time before

shouldn’t we
close the curtains first?
you asked
there’s an office block

across the road
and there maybe people
who might see in
she paused

in releasing her bra
who the **** cares?
the nets will dim
or fuzz what they may see

she said
and carried on
as before
her fingers fumbling

from behind her back
I like the other room best
you said
it seemed more private

she dropped her bra
on to a chair by the bed
and unzipped her skirt
you worry too much

what people think Kid
undress and lets to action
you scanned the room
the white walls

the one picture
of some seaside scene
second rate furniture
and a double bed

someone was playing music
from a room along the hall
undressed she slipped
into bed and waited

her eyes all over you
come on Kid
you’re wasting time
you unzipped

your jeans
and let them fall
and kicked them
across the floor

then bit by bit
you took off
the rest of your clothes
and carefully put them

on the chair
even the jeans
by the door
passions can dilute

you know
she said
ok
you said

just coming
well don’t come too soon
she said
and laughed

and you climbed into bed
and the springs groaned
and you lay beside her
seeing the hair

beneath her arms
oh that
she said
that’s just part

of my charms
and she touched
your pecker
and kissed your lips

and set to work
and out of the corner
of your eye
you looked across

to the window
wondering if people
could see
what she was doing

to you
wondering if the nets
kept it blurred
or invisible

or maybe
they couldn’t careless
what you were doing
to each to each

across the road
and out of reach.