Elevator

After a short cab ride,
You reach your hotel with a new friend,
You two pass the lobby,

Before you two must stop,
Waiting for the elevator now,
Your companion's hands roam,

Slipping under your shirt,
And tugging playfully at your skirt,
The elevator chimes,

You push their hands away,
The elevator door slides open,
There is no one inside,

You are now embarrassed,
For hiding your affection from ghosts,
You step inside with haste,

And push your floor number,
Your partner pushes you further in,
Pinning you on the wall,

Pressed against cool metal,
Suddenly your lips and theirs collide,
Distracted by this kiss,

You try to spread your feet,
Then notice your skirt at your ankles,
A gap between your legs,

It is small but enough,
Their knee presses up between your thighs,
Their hands slide to your sides,

They pull up on your shirt,
Your weight now supported by their knee,
The seal of your lips break,

Your shirt flies past your face,
Your hands fall lightly on their shoulders,
You lean closer to them,

Their face now above yours,
Again your lips begin to seek theirs,
You close your eyes shut tight,

In anticipation,
You're mistaken in their desire,
As their lips clasp your neck,

You pull on their shoulders,
This feeling you can no longer stand,
You start to push away,

The elevator chimes,
You feel your upward momentum stop,
The door is opening,

Not wanting to be seen,
You bring your hands across your bare chest,
And bury your head down,

Pressing into their arms,
They elevate your chin with their hand,
They then steal a quick kiss,

Followed by moving back,
As you pull your skirt back into place,
They acquire your shirt,

Not giving it to you,
They step out and turn to hold the door,
You glare for a second,

Before diving at them,
They keep your shirt just out of your reach,
Falling victim to them,

They toss your shirt aside,
Embracing you with both of their arms,
Behind you the door shuts.