Almost too exquisite,
The curve of her beauty,
Holding him in the prison of her blue eyes.
Asking a question,
And casually placing a finger to her perfect lips,
As he fumbles for an answer.
The trace of a smile
Says, “I know you want to be here.”
And he can do nothing,
As helpless as he would be,
Spread across the desk between them.
Perhaps it means nothing,
She licks her lips slowly, and slides fingertips over her angular jaw.
Fuck, she must know how he’s stiffened,
As she touches her forbidden skin,
and he inhales her scent.
She’s the cat
To his mouse,
He would gladly die,
To be buried inside her.
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