We met at the Holiday Inn

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She invited me in;

the sun rising as I closed the door.

Sitting at the table,

she pulled a tray from under the couch.

In a flash, a rolled joint

thrust into my hands as she talked.

She kissed her daughter

and sent her off to school, innocent.

We smoked and talked

hours flying by, no hurry, no worry.

She was a bar manager

I was the night auditor, time moved.

Languidly, she rose,

pulling her black sweater over her head.

Dark eyes, inviting;

she turned the music on and left the room.

A tee shirt and panties

as she sat back down and took a hit.

Raising her eyebrow

she said she was tired, I grinned.

I rose and kissed her forehead

locking the door on my way out.