Office Quickie

Love Blossoms

Stolen kisses at your desk;
slide a hand under lifted skirt.

Feel the wetness emerging;
use your fingers to ride the waves
as they pour out.

Hope no one sees us,
hope no one hears my moans
as eyes roll back.

Let’s take this somewhere private.

On my knees,
squeeze you tight between
two pillows,
tongue out to taste the tip.

Then consume it whole,
guzzling the flood I evoked.

View metaphorist's Full Portfolio