Persistent Memories

The deadline approaches

Yet still my mind wanders.

“Focus Sally,” I implore myself.

But memories of last night persist.

“Oh god yes …last night”

The passion, excitement … lust floods my memory,

My nipples harden.

“But the deadline,“ I start to think.

That thought interrupted by the memory

Of how much he wanted me,

How quickly he took me,

How loudly I screamed his name.

I brush across my nipple.

The phone rings,

“Yes …no…sorry I have to go”.

I close my eyes and pinch,

Just a little but just right.

“My deadline …,” starts to creep into my mind again,

But now there is no going back,

“It will have to wait,” I tell myself,

As my hand slips under my skirt

And I smile with the anticipation

Of what is to come.