Tonight...perched at the edge of your desk

I want to sit at the edge of your desk, as u finish your work

In a sort of way...in your subconscious lurk

And as that last sentence be dotted

To turn toward u, to put into play what  be plotted.

Not allowing your work to peruse

To distract u with my nakedness, with my directness your thoughts amuse

What else would u do but reach out and pull me near

Kiss me hard with your hands on my buttocks, your intentions real clear.

I shall straddle u as u sit in your chair

My soft breasts to push against u I shall dare

And even though fully clothed u may be

In full view your instant arousal we shall both see.

Work forgotten the study a playpen to become

Slow and indulgent  the intimate fun

From chair to desk  to floor, against the book case

Most erotic and sensual shall be the pace.

RB.