Sunday, May 25, 2014

The Office

We used to meet there
when it was empty
making love on the rug
or the couches,
using room after room
it had an antiseptic
smell about it...
sterile surroundings...
I would pretend
the sounds of the water cooler
were the ocean,
or the rain spattering down...
hours spent
in sexual meetings
your semen spraying into me... in spurts
like our sporadic affair
it was washed away
on the sea air
like the sand
after the water washes
away all the traces
that we there...

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