I look up at him and the vision stirs <br />the place that moistly lies between my furs. <br />My smirking boss says: “I have not forgotten, ” <br />and I respond, becoming very sodden. <br />He doesn’t know what I am feeling till <br />my knickers hit the carpet with a thrill. <br />My blouse unbuttoned, I cause him to gasp, <br />and ask him to assist me with the clasp <br />attaching both the cups of my silk bra <br />to both my breasts with which he’d love to spar, <br />as is quite obvious as he starts to ogle <br />each sphere like pearly treasures of a mogul. <br />I lie spread-eagled on the carpet, braless, <br />as passionate as a symphony of Mahler’s, <br />dressed only in high heels, while feeling kinky, <br />my clitoris now larger than my pinkie. <br />I cry to him to eat me like his dinner, <br />appreciating me as priest a sinner <br />instead of which he tells me: “I’m not lusting <br />for any part of you––you’re quite disgusting! ” <br />Although his conduct, too, was hardly blameless, <br />he said: “I am surprised you’re shameless. <br />A mother of three children should be cautious, <br />and stay away from bosses who get nauseous <br />when smelling women who are hot and humid, <br />and turned onby employees who are tumid.” <br />Tomorrow I’ll seduce him on a journey <br />he’ll take with me, or I’ll call my attorney. <br /> <br />2/12/06<br /><br />gershon hepner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feeling-kinky/
