Vibrator

I sit at my desk, my workday begun,
But my thoughts are a million miles from this humdrum.
For hidden inside my panties, held tight and close,
Lies a secret pleasure, waiting for my lover's coax.

A vibrator, small and sleek, with a remote in his hand,
My lover on the other side of town, in command.
He sends the pulses, the vibrations, the thrill,
And I try to maintain my focus on the task at will.

But how can I think of meetings and emails,
When my body is humming, responding without fail?
I bite my lip, trying to stifle my moan,
As my lover teases, tantalizes, and I'm far from alone.

I shift in my seat, hoping no one can tell,
But the pleasure builds, and I'm under his spell.
I'm working on autopilot, my mind in a haze,
Lost in the sensation, lost in his ways.

My colleagues have no idea, I'm sure,
That I'm sitting here, so desperate, so pure.
All they see is a girl working hard at her job,
Little do they know, I'm giving my all to a remote-controlled throb.

And when my day is done, and I'm alone at last,
I'll come undone, fast and hard, so fast.
I'll let go of my control, and ride out the high,
And thank my lover for his gift, this special supply.