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 Aug 2017
danny
No ******* just killer heels,
Raincoat covering my gifts.
You loosen your tie and slip off your shoes,
Anticipation all over your face.

Computer chair swiveled towards me,
Grind on you slow,
Your big soldier salutes.
Mounting your desk, swish my hair.

Jackets on the ground now,
My legs spread and in the air,
Your hungry for me Sir,
I will hold all your calls.

Tongue punching my lily,
Slick and ready,
Your starving for me now,
I will cancel your 3 o clock.

Door locked, you are naked bar
the tie and maroon dress socks.
Long day at the office dear,
Gonna have to work overtime.

Pounding me now, your Rolodex fallen
I take the minutes of my moans,
Been wanting this for ages,
CEO was always my favorite position.

Dripping, your package filling my ******,
Corporate stress meets carnal greed,
Desk and I taking a pounding,
I now know what goes on underneath your suit.

Braced against the filling cabinet,
"I will get right on that, Boss,"
Your hand on my ***, thumb in my mouth,
Always the best at securing raises.

The little secretary that could,
My name in the past,
I take minutes as you nut,
Dictated, but not signed, Lyla
Lyla as a secretary, ***** her boss.
 Aug 2017
nivek
what surge of light within your breast
will propel you into eternity

what small invitation of release except "come my love
let us fly away from here"
 Aug 2017
wordvango
to fall in love
with a girl next door
a woman on the other side of the globe
a legend
say
Marilyn
or  get
'namored and hammered and 'flicted by
a man even
were his name Mark Twain
 Aug 2017
wordvango
yet
ok even ****** watercolors
and over drawn charcoals
oil colors that blend blue and yellow skies
making Martian like clouds
and rainbows and butterfly poems and all that rhyming *****
do do do
make me all grab my nuts and hold  on delirious
wanting to spank the world's *** again
gets me livened up
thinking god is not dead
yet
 Aug 2017
wordvango
drifting
I seem to live right there
anymore

the tide washes me clean
then crashes
me on the shore

I seem to ebb
with the moon's
phases

like the sounds
of the animals
bay and call

from the shore
the seagull's caw
every wave

my life my death
and I taste salty
and sweet

see depth
see foam and everything
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