Another day in the office, another chance to tease,
Being a good girl, I’ll perform for you, I only want to please.
Sheer black stockings, short pencil skirt; I meet your expectations?
That little hint of silky white leg, for your delectation.
Figure hugging blouse, pearl buttons, the meaning is tacit,
Your gaze – your testosterone fuelled mind cannot ignore my assets.
Licking the end of my pen, peering over black-rimmed spectacles,
I wonder about the frenzy, building up in your spunk-filled testicles.
Crossing and uncrossing my legs as I ‘take a letter’ interrupting your concentration,
The beginnings of an erection I think, it’s just an observation.
Are you recalling the last time, we worked on stats and ratios,
I was flattered, when you said I gave the best fellatio.
Flustered, your heart pounding; crumpled shirt hem, tie all awry,
I love to watch your cock grow to full rigidity, before I suck you dry.
Or will I give you that little signal, give you that special look,
The one that means my pussy is soaking, the one that means I want to fuck.
Will you pound me doggy style, my skirt hitched, panties to one side,
Or will I ride you cowgirl, papers and calculator scattered far and wide?
Another day in the office, another chance to tease,
Being a good girl, I’ll perform for you, I only want to please.
