Lover and Friend

She stands before me in my office and does not stir,
A beautiful flower that belongs to another.
My body aches to touch her, to feel her
To taste the sweet nectar of this young mother.

We know our time will always be short.
Our passion a secret from all those around.
My body craves to be with her and cavort
To gaze upon her body naked and bound.

To take her away on business again,
Not to say good night at the end of the day
But to feel her breasts covered by her black mane
As between her young thighs my body would lay.

How did this all start, I cannot say.
Why she chose me, I'll never know.
It was certainly not for my looks or what I weigh.
Nor could it have been for my youth, so long ago.

I only know that when she closes my door,
Into my arms, my Chinese beauty will rush
My waiting for her will be no more.
As her body to mine, I will crush.

Onto the couch, our bodies will lie
My heart filling with her gentle sigh.
We both know that this will some day end
But for this moment she is my lover, my friend.