Fit Me In!

Your speech is always innocent
Civility your disguise
But I know you long to bury
Your face between my thighs…
Your desire betrays you
through the hint of mischief in your eyes.

But the distance that divides us
(that to some may not be much)
bears coitus interruptus
and other tortures such
as moistened and voluptuous
body parts remain untouched.

Your schedule bears a purpose
Your position a stoic creed,
But is it so much, it can withstand
the satisfaction of a need
to feel you quiver deep inside,
fill me to brimming with your seed?

So much has taken place of late,
I don’t want to be refined…
I want to use the hours I have left
And press your flesh to mine
And satisfy our cravings
‘til we either burst or go blind!

So I make my plea, my lovely,
And hope to rise above the din
Of work that has not allowed us
To live life full, without and within,
So don’t pencil, put it down in ink
And for God’s sake, fit me in!

Because…and I don’t say this to make you ill,
If you don’t fit me in,
I’ll damn sure find someone who will!