Not on my mind

You aren’t on my mind.

You’re there in the shower
Teasing my nipples under the spray
Slipping a hand up between my thighs
Easing the ache away

But you aren’t on my mind.

You’re there in my closet
Choosing what touches my skin today
Handing me a daring demi bra
The silky blouse, dove-gray

But you aren’t on my mind.

You’re with me in the car
Telling me your good girl shouldn’t fight
Undoing one more button for you
While I’m stopped at the light

But you aren’t on my mind.

You’re there in the break room
Growling at David from accounting
Who thinks a woman is up for grabs
Unless she wears a ring

But you aren’t on my mind.

You’re there in the meeting
About the sales pitch I didn’t hear
Because I was listening to you
Whispering in my ear

But you aren’t on my mind.

You’re right behind my chair
Hand sliding down the slope of my breast
Demanding focus on you alone
Pay no mind to the rest

But you aren’t on my mind.

You’re there on my way home
Watching me from a bench in the park
Beckoning slyly t’ward the shadows
For a fuck in the dark

But you aren’t on my mind.

You’re in my living room
Playing at pique because I passed you
Threatening punishment for the snub
I love spankings, it’s true

But you aren’t on my mind.

Then you call on the phone
Making sure I’m still under your spell
Asking me whether you’re on my mind
No. Just everywhere else.