I am wilting,
Petals, all falling for you.
Waiting for the sunshine of your love,
To bring me back to bloom.

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soft core business correspondence

I’d like to take you right now.

I’d like to take you in your office.

I'd like that too. Or, in the conference room…

The conference room.

On the table.

I take you by the hips and guide you through the door.

I spin you around to face me. I kiss you, hard, on your lips. I place my tongue in your mouth.

I pull your light, yellow sweater over your head. I kiss your collar bone.

With one hand on your lower back, I lay you down on the table.

I run my mouth from your collar bone; to each breast; to your stomach; back to your mouth.

I undo your pants.

…Should I continue?

YES.

I step back; take a breath; look you in the eye; take your pants by the ankles; pull them off; throw them on a chair.

I join you on the table.

I hover over top of you.

I take off my shirt.

You undo my pants

I roll you over. You are lying on your stomach, your hips wrapped in my legs.

I kiss the back of your neck as I undo your bra.

I take hold of you gently. I command you by reaching around to your breasts.

You turn over.

We face each other now.

Now you command.

Your bra is on the table.

One hand on your bare breast.

One hand on your panties.

I move aside, no longer straddling your core.

I kiss you; pull your panties off; I kiss you; again; and again; open mouth.

My hand is…

Feeling.

Touching.

Learning.

You gasp.

I silence you with another kiss

You push.

I feel deeper.

You free your mouth; gasp once more.

I move my mouth down to the front of your neck; your skin tastes sweet.

You push again.

I lay flat.

You roll to your knees; grab my pants; roll them down

Your hand moves to my core. You grip me through the fabric of my briefs.

Your eyes meet mine.

My eyes ask if you want me.

The yes barely leaves your lips.

I am inside of you

We begin slow; it is…

Rhythmic.

Simple.

Deep.

Business - like the conference room around us.

Someone knocks; an office chair blocks the door; we hear them mumble; we hear them walk away.

We do not stop.

We slow down.

So slow.

Oh baby.

Take me away.

Slow becomes fast.

Your hands are palm down on the luxurious finish of the large business desk.

My weight, in its entirety, is on top of you.

Don’t stop.

I am beyond control.

Pleasure, coursing through my body, is your pleasure.

You are commanding me now and forever.

In an instant, you've made it to your knees.

Your hand is holding my hand, holding your breast.

I am the deepest I have ever felt inside of you; now behind you.

Your hips fight my hips.

Pushing, harder and harder, against mine.

In unison, we release, drawing away from one another.

Then, we collide again.

And again.

And again.

We are unaware of the world; unaware of each other.

We are no longer ourselves.

We are something entirely different.

We are one being.

With a final gasp, I am an explosion, and you are the fuel to the flame.

You are the epicenter.

From you the explosion is born.

It is pleasure.

It is passion.

It is release.

It is primal instinct.

It is the creation of love, captured in an instant.

Baby!

Your words…

I love your words.

I love you.

Don’t stop… never stop…

…your words…