vunerablity of the "it" girl

Meh

She wakes each day
with hopes for a whirlwind romance.
She's wooed by many
But finds excitement in none.
The romance, thrills, and adventure
She lusts for it all.
She needs more than a hotel love affair
But the wooers and adventures,
They're all the same
She gets tangled in their words,
Their touch
The smell of their cologne
Her wall starts to wither
Just a bit
And in that moment she's vulnerable
A feeling much too known
The day ends
As does the hotel love affair