Prequel to a Daydream (Inspired by her daydream)

I walk through the doorway,
out of breath from the stairs.
The woman at the desk, smiling, greets me.
Her dark hair frames her captivating eyes
and my attention completely tumbles into them
until I forget all the words to say,
ALL of them.

I mutter some overused conversation starter,
it's the best I can do in the moment.
For some reason my breath never seems to return
as I stare at her lips
moving in patterns
forming...
words,
forming images
in my imagination
while I struggle to pay attention.

I step out of reality,
my astral self circles the desk
and slides a thumb along her jaw
tilting her head upward
and pulling her into a deep kiss.
Lifting her from the chair,
gently squeezing her ass,
we slowly dance
toward the wall
where I pin her.
The cold paint pushes against her back,
hot breath rushing against my face,
my hard body against hers, soft,
as she pulls me discretely
into an empty office.

I realize I am rambling,
she looks distracted
and the fantasy faints and fades.
Lucidity exposes my clumsy words,
my lips moving but making no sense.
I let my eyes meet hers and say,
"When is your next break?"