The Room

Dilapidated buildings, pot holed covered streets decorated with pieces of last night, you will find bourbon colored men, drinking bourbon on Bourbon....it is there you discover The Room.

Erotically dim, the glow from a small teak lamp is the only guidance given....what you cannot see beyond the glow, must remain hidden. Peeling wall paper added to the ambiance. Suede, a bit small but sufficient, sat a LOVED seat. You could almost see the mileage.....

Dark paneled doors, lock and throw away the key.....handcuffed to curiosity. Congratulations, the room has made you its bitch.

Sweet perversions have leaked on every surface, in every corner, molesting every crevice. Flowered with the aroma of throbbing jaquadel, WET with his and her agony. You will find yourself playing with the definition of monogamy.

Taken by the beauty of its ugly. You stay. You indulge. You play. Flickering rings in exotic places, mind races for ways not to leave any traces.

Like a heartbreak, the room will dump you, pack up your sweaty guilt and leave you scrambling for your pride. Reminiscent............Regret kisses you gently goodbye.

My personal suggestion is to go to New Orleans to be consumed.

Conjure your inner Delilah, have an affair with The Room.