Wednesday, November 28, 2012


She sits on your desk
Skirt above her thighs
Blouse buttoned down
You pull your chair closer
Get a sneak of the honey pot
She kisses your ear
Your neck
Your mouth
Her hands slide down
You are swollen and ready to burst
You lick your lips in anticipation
She turns your laptop
Opens your e-mail account
Dictates the instructions
Dictates the pay package
You sign and click send
It is official
She stands up
Adjusts herself
Pats down her hair
With a twinkle in her eye
She winks and leaves the card
See you at eight
Don’t be late.

© thelma migue, 2012

A cizoepoetry collection

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