Sitting there in my office <br />Working away <br />Ringing out for a meal <br />'One vindaloo with plain rice, please' <br />Once again my head buried in work <br />Sharp raps on the door <br />'Come in it's open' <br />You walked in and winked <br />Locking the door behind you, click <br />Walking towards me, shedding your clothes <br />Rounding my desk <br />Like a tigeress you were upon me <br />Ripping at my clothes in a frenzy <br />Mouth searching mine <br />Tongue probing, locking <br />Hands running over my shoulders <br />Nails digging into my back <br />Breathing faster in anticipation <br />Unbuckled <br />Trousers abandonded <br />Underwear on the floor <br />Hands wandering <br />Manipulating flesh <br />Suddenly astride in a bound <br />Arms encompassing me <br />Deep lingering kisses as you settle <br />Hips gyrating <br />Rhythmically we are together <br />Dancing loves tune <br />Like clashing cymbals you explode <br />Frenzied motions <br />Moaning in ecstasy <br />Hugging me tighter <br />Slowing <br />Breathing getting slower <br />You whisper in my ear <br />“you called for service”?<br /><br />Gordon D Wilkinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/some-service-phew-quite-erotic/
