Sexy boss has her pinned
against the elevator.
It’s not too late.
She looks at the open elevator doors.
She imagines there’s a version of her that leaves.
One who considers her son and husband
and resists this beautiful man.
The doors shut.
Her ungovernerable hand grabs his tie,
lowers his lips to hers.
She’s not in control
of any of her movements.
She’s possessed
by mother nature.
Clothes are ripping.
They do the dance of animals.
She’s in the pleasurable land
where conquences
don’t exist.
It’s all primal, for now.