These are some poems that I have created over the years that I thought I should share with someone.
These poems are based off of people that I find really attractive, so please enjoy.
Normal - you
Italics - them
Slight smut warning.
I slam my hands in front of my face. The computer screen straining my eyes as I enter another hour of report writing. The small cubicle makes me even more cluster phobic as I sit back on my chair. I run my hands over my hair and sighing as I look back at my clock. Not enough time has passed. Someone knocks on my cubicle window.
"Hey, I got you a coffee. A black with two sugars and one cream." I hand her the mug as she looks up at me from her computer. She sighs and closes her eyes before reaching out for the coffee. I laugh at her exhausted state. I know sometimes that analysis can be tedious.
"Thank you so much, Jack. You're a fucking life-saver." I hold the cup up to my mouth, taking a sip. Liquid energy flows within me again. I open my eyes to him and his bright smile. The crinkles form around his eyes as he does so, making him look younger and more care-free. I like that look on him.
"Are the reports still kicking your ass?" She huffs after taking a sip. Her disheveled hair tied up away from her make-up free face. I lean against the cubicle wall that seems to surround every side of her. She swivels in her chair to turn towards me.
"God, sometimes I want to punch Greer in the face because of these fucking reports." He laughs and then a sudden silence ensues as I look up to see a confused expression is spread across his face. "What?"
"I feel like you need to get out of here."
"What?"
"It's just ... I feel like this cubicle is suffocating you. So ... can I take you to lunch?"
"Uhhh ..." I'm completely shocked. "Yeah, I would like that."
"Ok, cool. Umm..." I look down at the coffee in my hand. "Ok, I'll see you in two hours, then."
"Ok." He doesn't move away from my cubicle.
"Ok."
"Are you ok?"
"I'm ok."
"Ok."
"Ok. I'm going to leave now."
"Ok."
"Ok." I walk towards my cubicle across the room, while I smack my own forehead. I hear her laugh as I go.
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