Poetry Pause (Wet Wednesday)

All day.

She sat.

Anxiously waiting

For the neon lights

to read five fifteen.

Shifting in her

office seat

Her thoughts drifted to

His warm chocolate hand.

Caressing her inner thigh.

Causing an anticipated high 

she didn't want to come down from.

His smooth pink tongue

Licking her sweaty

sexed skin.

Sending shivers down her back 

To the tips of his fingers

Where he pulled her closer

into his mouth.

Slipping in his tongue 

Tasting her sweet cherry sap.

Suckling on her button 

As if begging her to cum.

Hands gripping the bed sheets

already stained with ecstacy,

A ball of pleasure mad its way

from her toenails 

to her hard clenched teeth.

Opening her eyes.

"Damn," she thought..

Its only eleven fifteen.