The day had dragged on
He needed release
Knew she’d be there
Waiting and willing
He followed her scent
Into the room
A note found instead
Sit down and wait
Kicking off his shoes
Unbuttoning his shirt
Making himself comfortable
Taking his seat
She walked in the door
His eyes roaming
Black encasing her perfect skin
So little hidden
Music filled the silence
Her body swayed
His demand growing stronger
She made him wait
Her back towards him
Gradually peeling off
Exposing her sweet treat
Lace pooled at her feet
Glancing over her shoulder
A mischievous grin
His pants now discarded
Desire in his hand
Walking to her lover
Painfully slow
Her performance just beginning
Now the real show.

© Zoey Hart 2014.

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