Love at Work
By colleen
Hiding from our boss In the closet, In the stall. Long looks of desire across a crowded room When it felt as though non one else was around. Long hours of overtime together. Butterflies in my stomach When he stands in the doorway, Ready to discuss 'work.' Not wanting to get caught. Praying the door is locked As my bra falls to the floor And my body lets out a moan in pleasure. The look of love in your eyes As we go back into reality Where no one else knows about our Private, daily meetings. The smile on my face as I return To my daily duties counting the minutes until My next break. Written November 28th, 2001 © on Nov 28 2001 10:41 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"Hiding from our boss..."