Office Heat, Forbidden and Flamed

Buttons on that blouse
constraining still young cones
of alluring smooth silk.
A peek I have today
as we do accounting numbers;
a spreadsheet between us
and smooth skin rising to into whiten bra.

The way you flip your hair and
move those eyes;
and unthinkingly flirt;
But then I wonder
You and your husband –
Two years married
Did you make love last night?
Do you scream and squirm with
oral sex?
That I want to know.

Yesterday, I noticed your black panties;
your blouse above your waist
as you reached for files.
High-rise panty lines stretching,
descending along
crisp aerobic curves
converging and disappearing
with my mind
down between your legs.
Last night I made love to you
through my wife.

I must move on now;
and think with something else.

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You are so close
as you view my screen
and solve these counting problems.
Those hands and fingers -
mature and strong as you in other ways;
those abs in peripheral vision
that belt and
zipper to that crotch.
My elbow only inches from that rise,
Oh god, I want to brush it;
I want you to feel my touch
and then, my tongue.
My finger to my lips
struggling with
this problem.

Last night,
I wanted sex but not
the trouble nor the stress
its been six weeks
too much baggage
and too little talk.
Besides he sleeps.
To the other room I go
and on the sofa
I touch myself
You are around and in me.
Twice I climax then I cuddle
with a pillow that is you
then back to bed; another
lonely night.

I know you look at me
I pretend I do not see
I feel and want your eyes on me

Now I’m getting wet
as we look upon this screen.

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Months of balance sheets
and purchase orders
flame passions of desire.
Two minds intertwine;
Two minds struggle.
Then one Saturday during
monthly closing

Tight jeans and
taut polo showing proud breasts
flaunting? flirting?
Twice he notices nipples
jutting
that she tries to hide
At noon he gets a condom.

By three o’clock the office clears
And when she goes to do the copies
He follows

Their eyes meet
Their time has come
She breathes deep
He moves closer
Their lips touch and then
bodies

Her polo shirt is easy for him
And, likewise, his for her
Two breasts forever confined in white
push passionately against bare chest;
two zippers of life
mingle, mate and grind.