by David Andre Davison
She walked into the office,
I tried not to stare,
At the beauty of her face,
Or her long red hair.
I pretended to be busy,
As she turned and winked at me.
A little shy I was,
I hoped no one else would see.
There was something in her look,
Its power made me tense.
For a moment I forgot to breathe,
My reaction didn’t make sense.
The back of my throat was dry,
As she walked in my direction.
My mind raced, but I had to wonder,
What was her intention?
She sat on the corner of my desk,
Her dress rode up her thigh.
My eyes were fixated on her legs,
My arousal level was high.
When she licked her lips,
I nearly toppled the chair.
My co-workers stared at me,
But the woman didn’t seem to care.
I started to sweat profusely,
My body began to shake.
How should I handle this encounter?
Was I making a mistake?
The woman sat on my lap,
She gave me an embrace.
Her body pressed close to mine,
We were now face-to-face.
My boss started laughing,
As someone yelled, “give her a kiss!”
Despite my inhibitions,
That idea I couldn’t dismiss.
As our lips met, I felt a spark,
For a moment it was refreshing.
But then we had to stop,
Newlyweds must keep them guessing.
I still can’t believe we’re married,
Somehow it isn’t right.
To have to stay at work all day,
And put off making love until tonight!
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