Be playful with your Love.

In the hotel
room.
Me and you.
This was so
frequent
for us.
You would meet
me.
And we would
go out to
dinner
and you
would spend
the night with
me.
I always loved
being
with you.
But this one time
this last time
was my favorite.
This would
be the last
time I would
kiss your lips.
Hear you laugh.
Feel your arms
around me.
You were
the first and last
man to call
me beautiful.
You were watching
TV.
I was so happy.
I went into
the bathroom and
I remember
a phrase I read
once.
It said..
BE PLAYFUL
WITH YOUR LOVE.
So I got some toilet
paper and wadded
it up and got it
wet.
I started making
giant spitballs.
What are you doing
in there? you asked.
Nothing..I said.
Laughing.
I am coming in
there, you are
up to no good,
you say to me.
I had a pile of
these huge spitballs.
Ammo.
I was going to play.
I came around the
corner and started
throwing these
wet balls of toilet
paper at you.
You got up
laughing..
You are in
so much trouble..
you yelled  at me,
you are smiling
laughing and naked.
I start laughing
so hard  I trip.
The fight is on.
We battle it out
throwing water
on each other
toilet paper and
then shampoo
and conditioner.
The fight is  messy
and fun.
Afterwards,
I make love
to you.
Right in the
middle I look
into your beautiful
eyes and I say.
I love you.
You look me in the
eyes and say
simply...
I love you too.
I have not heard
those words in so
long, you say to me.
In the morning
things are weird,
strange.
After that
I never see you again.
At breakfast I say
to you, I have not heard
those words in
10 years.
You just smiled at
me.
You walked me to
my car and said,
I love you.
I never saw you again.
That night
I was playful
with my love.
My love
of you.