Hotel lives
She likes hotel suites,with a mini bar
she never touches
and a trouser press
that defies logic.
She likes easygoing prints
and a voice at the
end of a telephone
who caters to all
her needs
and she has a few
like
her bed sheets positioned
the ends tucked in,
a quilt with no creases
and a chocolate mint
nicely cold
she likes bell boys
after midnight
who hold her shoes
and give her a towel
from the swim
she took
she leaves a nice tip
and a surreptitious smile
she feels beautiful
on her trips around the world,
she has her preferences
and a doorman
who always wears
white gloves
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2015-05-04 at 20:51
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