Me needing a shower and you daydreaming of life after hours.
Water pouring down.
You dreaming of our lust unbound.
Towel in hand.
You wanting to be home are your plans.
Every day at three it is me.
You knowing and longing to be with me.
On the bed with hands in touch.
You wanting me ever so much.
Me releasing into the bliss.
You knowing by three thirty what you have missed.
Me still nude.
Your phone is ringing.
“Was it tasty, my darling?”
Me nude upon the bed.
Me nude and this is what I said.
“Yes, but it should be you tasting me instead.