I'll ravage you.
The tension is tangible,
your toes stroke my leg,
You viscous little wench, you're making me beg.
In the presence of all these prying eyes,
the minutes crawl by,
like your toes on my thigh.
You glance up from under your long, black lashes,
my heat flares out,
like fire on matches.
We both are confined,
this stale room, our prison.
The meeting drones on,
do we even listen?
Sales are up?
No-they declined.
My opinion is asked,
I recite my line.
The conference is closed with bad puns and cold coffee,
We're out the door in a second,
no time for monotony.
Back in the office and the door is locked,
you're against a wall, our favorite spot.
The desk is cleared, the blinds are shut.
You aren't wearing panties, you dirty slut.
I hike up your thighs,
you gasp in surprise.
I slip in and adventure,
to explore and inquire.
You begin to squeak, moan, and perspire.
Middle and ring both caress your walls.
You hitch, grasping;
your fingers like claws.
The ridges I smooth.
Your cavern, I conquer.
I feel your screams build,
you can hold no longer.
I hold your lips tight,
'tween forefinger and thumb.
You quiver and tighten.
Oh, you think I'm done?
I'll spin you around, face on the wall.
Silly little girl, I still stand tall.
I whip out and slid in,
my throbbing member.
My hands cup your breasts;
your body, so slender.
Thrust after thrust,
blends to the next.
Love is to lust,
as lust is to sex.
Each time I invade,
our climax approaches.
Ram after ram,
my body encroaches.
With a gasp and release,
we both have succeeded.
You turn to me and smile,
it is I, who's defeated.
Your soul-bearing eyes and your cute button nose,
I melt on the spot,
right through my clothes.
My tie straightened out,
your hair in it's place.
Oh, how I love that strand in your face.
Through the door, and I at your heels.
The office is quiet,
we'll never reveal.
Down the stairs, we go our own way
But not before winking and
"See you next Friday."