Hotel Gregory. Zurich. Room 401

It is night, in the room 401.You and me: our bodies our tastes, my passionate smiles reflected in your beautiful eyes. In the bedroom, one small hotel room, again, we are naked, real, pulsed with desire. Hotel Gregory, Zurich, "red area". You came. I didn't expect that. Your body is my home. It will always be. My mouth was orphans of your tongue, my mouth was an orphan of your taste. From the beginning, hotel rooms have given us a secret shelter for our love, a clandestine, wrong, necessary love: this abyss of pleasure and pain.I am a well known erotic writer in Italy, you know, you liked that.A story of total surrender, that had to be told. The story of an absolute desire lived afternoons and nights closed in some hotel rooms, in Zurich: the story of my fear of losing you. We have really lived all of this. It is a luck or a damnation to be still alive? A passion without escape, without remedy. Zurich, Room 401: The room of farewell New revised version.