I walk up the building stairs slowly,
Taking my time with each step,
Leisurely taking my time,
Feeling the slow trickle of sweat down my spine,

As I open the giant doors of the hotel,
Thoughts overlap in my mind,
Walking past the front desk,
I return the greetings of the pretty girl sitting behind the receptionist desk,
In that moment almost tripping, I wonder
“Does she know who I am here to see?”
“Does she see the guilt flashing across my eyes when I smile back”
“Does she see the ring on my finger”

As I press the UP button and wait in the lobby for the elevator,
I start to feel the hesitation along with a chill down my spine,
The air conditioning inside the hotel suddenly feeling a tad too cold,
Or maybe it was the blood rushing through my veins,
A chilling reminder that what I am about to do is wrong,

Taking a step into the elevator, the doors shutting a little too loud for my ears,
I wonder if I should simply turn back,
I remind myself that that I still have a chance,
A chance to change my mind,
My mind tries to convince my body to turn back,
Repeating again that I still have not done anything wrong,
Reminding myself that I am still clean,

“You can simply press the DOWN button,
Walk out of the hotel, forget about this night,
And go back to your husband in the beautiful home you own together”

The loud “Bing” of the elevator doors opening pulls me out of my reverie,
And as I lift my eyes off of the floors I see him standing right in front of me,
Literally taking my breath away as his eyes bore into mine,
Looking as sensual as ever in the dark suit I met him in,
I falter in my steps, a little afraid of the butterflies in the pit of my belly,
Terrified of the tingling, moist sensation in my panties,

He smiles slowly, seductively, knowingly,
As he takes a perusal at my thighs rubbing together in anticipation,
Reaching out his hand he waits patiently,
Extending his long manicured ringers steadily, unmoving, waiting,
Giving me a choice, a chance to come to him willingly, at my own will,

Giving me a choice to dismantle the life that I have carefully built,
Brick by brick, year after year, sweat and tears,
A choice to hand over my body to him,
A choice to explore if this is real,
To see whether the electricity between us will explode once our bodies intertwine,
A chance to see whether his touch is as lethal as his tongue.