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…
Coffee Shop Sessions 
6 responses to “Caught In The Act”
True to your writing form. No photo credit? Is that you?….
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You’ve caught me. I forgot to give photo credit. Sadly, no, it is not me in the photo.
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Don’t be shy. We all had these secret pleasures when young. Sadly I’m past it now.
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Yes, those wild times seem to escape us. But they live on in poetry!
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You have just the right amount of acceptable ‘raunchiness’ in your poetry. You don’t go overboard or wallow in the gutter. I appreciate this.
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😂 Ha! Thanks!
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