Smirks & Blueprints

The Cure’s Pictures of you blares through speakers
In cubicles while one looks over blue prints
Designing fire sprinkler systems

Listening to clicks of mouse’s
Pecks on keyboards
Grumbles of dry throats and disgruntled older gentleman
Thumbs upon chins with few day old stubble

Smirks exchanged
Eyebrows raised
Dirty thoughts swirling
Thinking back to just a couple hours prior

When spooning took place
Feet tangled together like seaweed
Hands roving over another

The heavy breathing
Smelling another’s pheromones
The smell of natural ecstasy
That makes your box all wet from just the scent

The cock in the anus
In your cunt
Pounding away
Changing holes without warning

Having o after o
Intensity heightens
The looks of pure kink
The sounds and words you spill
Of  “oh my's and heavy and light pants