Black Poetry : Room 425

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The smell of our passion still fresh in the air
Soft music still playing
But she's not here

She left before dawn
All part of the plan
To meet and make love
With her secret man

The day and night before was incredible
This wasn't a room
It was a magical place
I knew my life would never be the same
As I poured out what was left of our favorite champagne

I gathered up my clothes strewn about the room
How I want and need her this morning
We'd make love again
But she left much too soon

I kissed a wet spot that remained on the sheet
Lingering evidence of our love so sweet
I walked through the door
A tear fell from my eye
As I said goodbye to room 425

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