Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Over and Over

Here we are in a hotel bar.

A few drinks each and we assume

The families way off and far

Will never know we got a room

Upstairs to let those urges out

Of exploring each other's flesh,

To savor the moment no doubt,

Two eager bodies to enmesh,

Heated up in impassioned sweats.

A few hours of games to play,

Then waking up with the regrets

Of a sobering up Sunday.

The Saturday one night stand must

Be most done over done in lust.