You came to our house on business.
You talked to my father about work,
who is now busy with the evening’s dishes.
Please now, I don’t want to be a bother,
but you must keep your seat on the couch.
I sit beside you. Don’t leave, whatever you do.
I lean close and use my mouth
breathing into your ear.
Don’t leave whatever you do.
My feet on yours,
I can feel your toes curl inside your shoe.
Can’t you hear the buzz of my purring?
You get up to leave,
but I want you to stay.
I gently push you back in your seat.
I can just imagine you and I,
naked and slipping into the lake.
A close, slow dance.
I run my hands along your thighs.
I lean in closer now
to feel your pants stretch.
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