There is an edge of the night

Where love and lust fight

Under a dim bar light


They’re both not the type

But about to lose sight

Of wrong and right


They’re both so clever

Business or pleasure?

It’s just whatever


Both thinking it won’t sever

Their relationships with whomever

Because they’ll find out, well, never!


Chasing sparks and fireworks

Passing the knowing smile of the clerk’s

Not caring who whose heart hurts

Or that this will start the waterworks


They entertain their savage lust

Betraying those who trust

Soon the hotel door will bust

And their little fling combust