Tuesday, January 02, 2007

If I were to call you

Into my office

And waited by the door

To welcome you

I might treat you

To the deftest of touches

With my nails

On your arm

Would such a touch

Awaken you?

Because if you were

To reciprocate the gesture

With a firm reassuring hand

I would be unmoved

Anyway, we have business to discuss

So let's sit down

And be professional

I hope you don't mind, but I'd like to remove

My jacket

I am aware this will display

My black bra

Thru my white shirt

And that this may fluster you

But even though you look at me

Or at least, a part of me

I shall remain unmoved

Take your jacket off too, if you like

It will do nothing for me

I will remain as always

Unmoved

See, look how easy it is!

All I have to do

Is encircle my lips

Slowly

With my tongue

Bite my bottom lip

As though anticipating

Your cock

But all I'm anticipating

Is a job well done

So straighten up

And look at me

Look into my eyes

See, there you go again!

You can't look into these deep true eyes

Without allowing your gaze

To fall once more

To my breasts

I break into a smile now

For this is too easy

How about I stand

And stroll round to your side of the table

Til I'm behind you

Now you can't see me

But you can sense me

And smell me

And feel me

As I run my nails

Slowly thru your hair

Then down to your neck

Perhaps I might loosen your tie

And unbutton your collar?

As Sir seems terribly stiff!

Perhaps I could massage

Your neck

And your shoulders

And allow my nails to wander

Gently down to your chest

Would you like that?

And if I were to stroll round

So that I am facing you

Playing with your tie

As I perch myself

On the edge of my desk

So that my groin

Is facing you

You could take off my shoe

And allow my foot

To run up your leg

Til I reach the top

It may be too much

For you to bear

But none of this

Would do a thing for me.

If, however, my little blonde angel

Who met you at reception with a smile

If she were to call then I'd recline in my seat

And I would melt at the sound of her voice

I would remember the day she walked into my office

And said she had something important to tell

But the words wouldn't come, because she was too flustered

So she straddled my lap and we spoke in tongues

If she were to speak, and I were to listen

I'd tell her to come, and I'd tell you to go.