Weekly Bonus

Balmy breath travels past her shoulder
his kiss planted to that pivotal spot on her neck
where that twitch signals
her to press into him,
to advance.

Shepherded by her favourable response
his finger follows an imaginary trail,
flicking past the hardened nipple
alert beneath her silk camisole.

His dress pants and underwear,
collide in different directions,
her gentle grip
rubbing him back and forth
readying him
goading him
to surrender
to the surge

He peels the camisole upward
releasing the peak of her breast
into his curious mouth.

Voices are getting closer,
spilling out from the gathering
of colleagues.

She places the free hand over his mouth,
massaging him just a little more.

"I will see you at work, Monday," she says.