Lunchtime infatuation
I can't wait no longer, my self control is wearing thin, everytime I think of you, it fans desires from deep within
Sitting there all demure, you're a Angel in their eyes, but I see you for who you are, you're my Devil in disguise
I can see passed your pretty smile, you can't fool me with those painted lips, I can see your luscious curves, from your shoulders to your hips
When you eat your lunch, I watch the things you slowly swallow, I watch you touch your sexy throat, I wish my cock could follow
I wish I could run across the room, throw you on your back, just pull your panties to the side, get my mouth close enough, so I could push my tongue inside
Perhaps bend you across the sofa, and take you from behind, pound you until i make you cum, a orgasm of the furious kind
Finally put my cock in where all your lunch food goes, I look around and view our colleagues, I wonder if they know
Whilst we all having lunch, we're fucking in my head, all the while I'm eating salad, when I want to be eating you instead
Now the hours over, it's time for me to go right back to my work station, I take a last glimpse as you leave, God I need a paid vacation
Everyday it's getting harder, to keep my desires down inside, I wish I could just say hello but you just laughed the day I tried
THE KINKY POET