Don't come, not yet...

But if you must

Take me with you,

At least delay until I come too...

Let's slow the pace of heightened

Heartbeats, breaths - red

Hot like the blood flow

The flush on faces,

The temperature of noon o'clock...

I know you love it

When we both come together

Sweetly stuck together

Like magazine pages of **** pictorials

Quickly now, nutcracker unload,

These Late lunches that glues us

Together.

Overtime doesn't feel so much like work,

And you leave with a smile,

A bill on the counter.

A brief insult to my prideful high,

This hookers going to buy

Some lingerie

On her lover's dime.

How delightful to waste time...

*(Consumption)