I work on the other side of town.
The women are graceful there.
They are coiffured and wear labels by design,
I look stern with a braid in my hair..
I travel by train each weekday,
The undulations soothe and calm me
Imaginations of a pa**ion shared,
My longing builds as I sit quietly.
I sit at my desk and swap my shoes.
The smell of clean, fresh leather exciting
I feel the tension pull at my secret depths.
Will you be brusque with me or inviting?
My desk is a pristine, orderly show,
Sharp tipped pencils and no family pictures,
My typewriter cover is pulled away,
I begin the rhythm of experienced fingers.
A light flickers on my telephone,
With a sharp buzz you call for your novice.
It's time! I snatch my bag and walk
With purpose to your office.
As I lock the door behind me.
A smile spreads and opens my lips.
'You've been a bad boy! Put this on '
'Yes Ms Honeytip'