Job Wanted

We met at the job site, two professionals discussing.
You made me notice you older and poised.
A piercing gaze read my uncomfortable mind.
You smiled a knowing which was your simple tell.
My denial smashed about seeing the real me.
Years of taboo succumbed in favor of lingering scent.
Later alone, a needy release.

Weeks with no sighting made my lust only mount.
Then, like a genie, you appeared with blueprints and coffee.
Your proximity heightens what needs to just happen.
To be willingly picked up and pierced thoroughly.

Why wont you make me your mindless good fuck?
Buried in me without the slightest care.
I could be that gift torn open casually.
A toy taboo secret so closely held.