Sitting there in my office
Working away
Ringing out for a meal
'One vindaloo with plain rice, please'
Once again my head buried in work
Sharp raps on the door
'Come in it's open'
You walked in and winked
Locking the door behind you, click
Walking towards me, shedding your clothes
Rounding my desk
Like a tigeress you were upon me
Ripping at my clothes in a frenzy
Mouth searching mine
Tongue probing, locking
Hands running over my shoulders
Nails digging into my back
Breathing faster in anticipation
Unbuckled
Trousers abandonded
Underwear on the floor
Hands wandering
Manipulating flesh
Suddenly astride in a bound
Arms encompassing me
Deep lingering kisses as you settle
Hips gyrating
Rhythmically we are together
Dancing loves tune
Like clashing cymbals you explode
Frenzied motions
Moaning in ecstasy
Hugging me tighter
Slowing
Breathing getting slower
You whisper in my ear
“you called for service”?
Gordon D Wilkinson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/some-service-phew-quite-erotic/
