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Illicit Love (lust at the office)

Poetry By: Scribblings of a middle aged mad man
Erotica



The moment a crime of love is initiated, during a lunch break.


Submitted:Nov 17, 2007    Reads: 556    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


I know you share my anxiety,

But undeterred we pull each other in tight

I can now feel your breath and

Smell the sweet erotic perfume you are wearing

I place subtle kisses on your stretched neck

your response is one so passionate, I am in awe

Your breathing is now deep and getting louder

I know you want my lips, but I seek to tease

I roll my tongue, brushing your ear

Releasing my own sensual moans

I pull lightly on your hair

And leverage you into position

Seeking a gaze, I note your eyes are closed

And caught in turmoil with your sexual tension

Again and again your lips pursue mine

The time will be right soon but that time is not now

I whisper that you remove the last trace of thin nylon

that denies me your naked body

With haste you expose your full beauty

I seek to move down the outstretched landscape of skin

But you are hungry for that kiss

Violently you pull me up

Seeking the elusive kiss that will release your love

The truth is I share you hunger

And your inflated lips are so inviting

I just want you to ache so bad for me

Demand so much from your elusive love

But who am I to deny such a Goddess

Our lips now close, sweat exchanged

My tongue slips through, no defence offered

Now we can explore our senses, each others senses

Time our only enemy, as we know we are both expected elsewhere.............................





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