FAVOUR

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

But

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