Lover

Lover
He knows that drives me crazy.
He does it anyway.
When I hear him talking to himself under his breath,
it is like a tease to me.
To hear his mind at work
is somehow so erotic and sensual.
When he does that,
I just want to straddle him on his chair
and start kissing his beautiful lips.
I want to tease them apart with my tongue,
wrap my tongue around his,
as my hips grind into his lap.
I want to hear him moan as I am moaning in my mind
right now.
My hands would slide under his shirt,
stroking his chest,
fingers running down to his pants.
Oh the protests I'd hear!
He'd be trying not to be aroused,
try to stay focused on his work,
as I nibble and lick his neck,
my body rubbing against his.
I would feel the evidence of his stimulation
as his traitorous body betrays him
with proof of my skill at exciting his passions.
I would run my hands over his hips,
sliding my body off his,
hearing his moans as I press against his sensitive groin
on my way down.
His legs would part to let me in
so I could stroke and fondle
that oh-so-sensitive area that begs for my touch.
As we head toward the bedroom,
I would think to myself,
I hope he never quits talking to himself.