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'