I’ve lusted for months
Desire with no end
Her husband though
Was my best friend
I wanted so much
But had to pretend
We worked together
Passing in the hall
Lunch in the break room
The talk always small
At night I would stroke
And think of her smile
So much seed spilled
And desire wasted
I had to know
Just how she tasted
In the break room again
One Thursday at lunch
She smiled so sweet
Her hair in a bunch
Her eyes fixed on mine
Reading me through
I couldn’t look away
From those deep pools of blue
She leaned close to whisper
Her hand on my knee
Shyly asking
Could she touch me
Quickly, nervously I nodded
She stared a few seconds
The table hid my cock
Like a small cottage
Her palm slid up
Over my thigh
When she cupped my erection
I felt so alive
My heart pounded
My head spun round
Her fingers squeezed
And stroked up and down
My husbands gone
For two or three days
She whispered and left
Me there in a haze
That first time feeling
That night in her bed
Was so strong
It lofted my head
Her scent and her warmth
Left me weak in my knees
Her sex so wet and tight
I came four times
With all my might
The first time over
It’ll never be the same
It never is
And that’s a sad shame
