There she was, provocatively perched on
The edge of his desk, pulling the pout
She knew he liked best, where she had
Been for every day that week. She knew
He was weak and that despite his denial,
He’d put down the coffee and business
File and give her a slight caress. Against
His chest he would press her, lowering
His nose to absorb her smell, and they
Both knew that this would not end well.
That crimson red jacket covered so much,
And, still absorbing her scent, he began to
Imagine how good it would be to touch
Her off-white complexion. The seductive
Words that lay within her pierced through
Him, and as much as he tried, he knew
That her attempts would win. To everyone
Else she displayed this hard cover, but she
Admitted she could let it down for a lover
As she eyed at him to free her from her
Overcoat, her words so sensual she could
Have been singing every note. Inevitably,
He locked the office, forgot what he should
Do and admitted defeat. Eagerly tugging
At her jacket to reveal the treat underneath,
As quick as he could. Reading a book never
Felt so good…
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