Erotic PoetryWe're NotSitting at my desk, smiling to myself,
They're working on paperwork.
I'm not.
Sitting at my desk, rubbing my thighs together,
I can feel the goo in my panties.
I'm wet.
Sitting at his desk, looking at me,
He's rubbing his crotch.
He's hard.
Smiling to each other, we go to the bathroom.
They're in there to use the facilities.
We're not.
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