I stand and I watch her
She is so unaware
That our lusty messages
Are conserved in my hand

She doesn’t understand
The heat that she brings
So innocent and hot
Unaware of her power

I move to her chair
To sit and just hold
So relaxing and hot Just lean back and imagine

I envision her clothes
Balled up on her desk
As she moves over to sit
On my lap with a smile

She moves my hand off
Of myself and she stares
At the cylinder below
She can take if she wants

Now naked and wondering
If this should be done now
The fever of bodies
So exposed and sizzling

With our eyes on each other
The ending seems clear
When two people of need
Have their parts burning here