With Pleasure

My eyes have been staring at endless chains of numbers and letters.
With pleasure are they taking a peek at the lustre of vain endeavour on your forehead.

My ears have been listening to a bunch of orders and enquiries.
With pleasure are they perceiving your gasps of defeat.

My lips have been thanking to a range of supervisors and executives.
With pleasure are they congratulating you on the second place.

My hands have been grabbing a slew of pens and phones.
With pleasure are they coating your testicles at their mercy.

My soles have been stomping the giant heels of my shoes
With pleasure are they regaining their shape on your Adam's apple.