It's hard to maintain composure
when you call me like that.
All curled up naked
under the covers,
whispering hot things
in my ears,
breathing heavy,
talking rather lewd,
telling me the saucy-things
you want to do to me
& the sensual-things
you want done to you.

All my blood rushed to my head
& my voice got real low.
My workmates
were circling around
me trying to listen,
figure out who my
secret caller was.
I knew inside my drawers,
I was glistening,
could feel a warm flood coming.

The ****-sounds you made
made it so hard
you sweet girl,
knocking me off my feet,
while standing
up straight
at the job site
dripping.