January 23

The first day of my birthday—
Woo! Woo!~
And I got to work
with the tall, leggy brunette
at the office—
the one who, any time I see her,
it makes me want to touch myself…
(because, god knows, she’s never
going to do it for me…)

I can’t help but stare at her
over there working—
sneaking stares of wonder and enticement…
her legs are perhaps
the most perfectly sculpted artistry ever—
tanned and tantalizing twin pedestals
to hold aloft her taut, plush, proud posterior
of cushy, soft goodness!
And her feet—my god, her feet!!—
I can’t go on…

And then she is beside me,
holding me in her darkly sparklish eyes
of mystery and mischief—
sweeping me into the orbit
of her, oh!, so heavenly body!…
—she shakes her head to clear
from her face the lovely brown tresses
that shimmer in the fluorescent lighting…
leaning in front of me across the desk—
“innocently” reaching for something beyond me…
(O harsh and bitter irony!
I feel your bite—
would it was hers!…)
I drift away on the essence
of her perfume—
and am immediately grounded once more
in the tumescent touch of her pert and buoyant breasts
—the right, pert; the left, buoyant—
against my right arm!…
O feigned innocence upended!
I weep…

With a sexy smile and a glint in her eyes,
she deftly licks her full, firm lips—
mere inches from my own—
and in a sultry growl
whispers, “Hey, you…”
And, though my heart seems nigh
to verily explode in my chest
—and such is the least
of the painfully throbbing parts
amongst my person!—
I know it is said only because
she never remembers my name….