Caught In The Act

Working long hours between covert exchanges abound
it becomes a late night at the office
with no one else around,
we absolve the need to be cautious

Behind the locked door,
you parade around the desk,
perch yourself closer than ever before
as your fingers reach the hem of my dress

Fingers creeping higher
as my eyes heighten with alert,
tension in the air lessens with a burning fire
developing under my skirt

Time stands still,
frozen in place
fingers begin to fill
such a sensational space

Eyes wide, locked tight
the thrill of getting entangled in the act
quickly heats up the night
as you observe how my body will soon react…

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