I feel your gaze up on me,
we've spoken not a word,
you want my hands to ****** you,
I want to be where we are not heard.
Take you to a secluded spot,
remove your restricted bonds,
play my fingers along your body,
you, me, alone.
Feel that gentle tug, then more urgent ,
demanding my response,
bending, twisting, trying to hold on!
At last, though, there seems no chance,
cruel work demands my days,
so dry up ******* of mine,
put that fishing pole away!