Rainy Day

You stand in front of me
Talking, as you do,  
A regular work day…but…
I know you can see it…
My light pink slit,
Between the curtains
Of my sleek black skirt
Just short enough
For an easy view
For you, just for you,
I part my legs
Enough to not appear
Obscene
You take the tip of your umbrella
Cool, hard metal
And slide it up my leg
Find the pearly bulge
Slyly nestled
In soft velvet skin
Aching to be touched
You press…like a boss
Swift, electric pleasure
Cold metal treasure
And once it’s done
You walk away,
Like a boss,
Before anyone
Saw a thing.