Little Whispers

Almost

Almost finished, not long now, it's been a busy day
Almost ready, to drive back, she'll greet me in that way
Looking forward, to relieving, tension in his mind
Visions of her, waiting to, be taken from behind
As the people, leave the building, almost time for him
The door opens, almost silently, she's let herself slip in
Trying to get finished, not looking up to see
Assuming it's the cleaner, has no idea, it's she
Grunting some acknowledgement, to a presence in the room
So engrossed in his last task, down the hallway, somebody starts up a vacuum
She moves toward him stealthily, dropping to the floor
As the phone rings, so he turns, she crawls under to explore
Hidden underneath his desk, reaching out to touch
She startled him, he's on a call, he now cannot do much
With a cold glint in his eye, knowing what's in store
Later she'll be punished, til she's shaking, red and sore
She manages to free him, he acts professionally
He's so controlled, frustrated though, as she goes down hungrily
Wrapping lips around him, he's still on the call
She feasts as he hangs up the phone, pushing back the chair
Drags her out from underneath, with a fistful of her hair
Roughly now, the dress rides up, pulling the lace down
Pushes himself, deep within, her playful smile, now she frowns
Hands grip her hips, tightening hold, keep her in her place
His rythem quickens, she stiffens, as he goes a quicker pace
She came to him, she couldn't wait for him alone indoors
Now taking every inch, bent over, on all fours...