These hands, whether cupping the curve of my breast,
Or cradling our daughters' head, as you lay her down to rest,
Are my great delight.
I will drink at your lips,
Delight in the urgent pressure of your hips,
Lightly trace your self designed tattoo,
Breathe the strong and musky scent of you.
I will fall into ecstatic moments,
Lose myself in hair and scent and skin,
Your body, your mind, your own but mine,
I worship what's without, and treasure all within.

And now it’s upon us,
Here come the horsemen.
Hope they brought a spare steed,
I’ll hitch a ride, *******,
Gratefully
Into oblivion.

Angry fantasies
Destroying mutual respect
Lust gets in the way

I am tongueless
Voiceless
Made dumb.
Devastating
Silence prevails
Distressing
Damage is done
****
**** you
Damning me
To silence
eternally.

Players 1 and 2 are after the same role
Pretending friendship with a higher power
In a laughable effort to get what they want.
3 just drinks coffee.
Endlessly.
All day long.
No-one knows what work she actually does
Or is indeed employed to do.
5 will soon be retired
Right now he's just tired
of all the silly games
So he sneaks a nap at his desk when things are quiet
And reads his newspaper under the desk.
There's one guy, number 6, he brings wine
To work and hides it in the toilets
Has a plan to confess soon
The company are obliged to pay for rehab
But at the moment, it's cheaper to turn a blind eye.
4 is the office joke
Gets in at seven
No lunch, last to leave,
A real workhorse
But he's next up for redundancy
Makes everyone else look bad.
And me?
You know my story
I write poetry
Endlessly.
All day long.
And I drink coffee.
I Stay out of the way
I don't like office play.