| late night at the office I�m spent and exhausted your face in the doorway is light at the end of the tunnel you offer a massage but my mind needs to focus hands kneading my shoulders soothing tension�s hold my thoughts drift, body slips just one more thing I must get done you proceed to kneel at my feet bare thighs spread wide lacy thong pushed aside typewriters click, click, clicking tongue flick, flick, flicking swivel chair rocking head tossing from side to side lips sucking fingers to muffle my sighs clear off the desk let�s do it here on top your back, my knees pressed against cold cherry wood sweat begins to drip desire tightens its grip the sound of others working late just beyond that locked door only intensifies the thrill of the ride all the more wondering if they hear the crash of the tide soaking us in its crest even now orgasmic flashbacks keep me from getting a damned thing done at my desk RLT � 2001 |
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