Room 412
3 minJazz and soul
Slow burn. 316 moves a minute, peaking at 400 units a second.
Slow lounge jazz in a cheap hotel room, a saxophone answering every line she sings. Circles and teasing all the way to a peak two thirds in, then a long way down.
Lyrics
Verse One
Room four twelve, and the ice machine is loud out in the hall
Take your shoes off, honey, put that cock right in my hand
Circle... circle... circle... hold...
Tease... tease... flutter... hold...
Verse Two
I have been thinking about your dick since the elevator door
My pussy has been wet since you told me your name at the bar
Rub... rub... massage... hold...
Swirl... twist... circle... hold...
Verse Three
Say something filthy to me, darling, and say it nice and slow
Say it in my ear where the saxophone can't hear
Glide... hold... glide... hold...
Flutter... tease... circle... wait...
Peak
Now, baby. Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke.
All the way up, all the way down, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke
Harder, faster, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, all over my hand
Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, hold, release
After
Mm. Look at the mess you made of the bedspread.
Slower... softer... easing... circle... hold...
Rest... still...
Outro
Order us something at three in the morning, I am not going home
Hold... stop.
Room four twelve. Do not lose that key.
