by Kat Ballew

Created on: November 03, 2009

She got back to the room, took off her clothes, hung them with care
It had been quite a long day, meetings, luncheons, and fanfare
She missed everything she knew was at home,
The boys, the man, but no need to be depressed because she was alone.

She poured a drink, the room was still dark and the only thing she wanted was him
With her high heels still on she sat at the window and watched the neon signs outside, and then on a whim
She reached for the phone. She tripped and fell across the bed and heard a moan
She had fallen on top of him and his eyes she saw as he smiled,
come to me, do not speak, just leave your high heels on

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