Closer to Having You

I sat uneasy...restless
watching as the second hand
made its painfully slow way
to closing time;
bags already packed
ready to rush out the door.
All day in the midst of
fluorescent lights and gray walls,
my mind remained within the confines
of the soft blue hue
of my bedroom,
floral sheets only half covering
my naked body
as the fan cooled
sweat drops from my skin.

As I sat
attempting to drown out
the low hum
of air pushing through vents
mixed with the cacophony
of voices interrupting
my mental serenity,
I brought my thoughts back
to the beautiful melody
that is your voice
softly whispering my name.

The blank screen stared back at me
as I lightly caressed the keys,
soft and sleek, like your dark skin
underneath my warm fingertips
and again,
all I could imagine
was my emerald eyes
staring into yours of milk chocolate
lips and tongue exploring
the contrasting canvases,
light and dark in perfect unison
as we come together
and come together.

There was no masking
the heat rising from my core,
dying inside to have you
fighting the urge
to reach down and
dip fingers into
the waterfall that flowed
from this river of thoughts
fed by my desire for you.

Images of you pressing me down
on the very desk I sat at,
pusing everything down to the ground,
hiking up my skirt,
as I rushed to undress you.
I cared not who was around
as I spread my legs
allowing you to devour me,
adding my moans
to the sound of your hands
clapping against my bare ass.
I sat, crossing and uncrossing my legs,
drenched wetter still,
as I planned in my mind
what I'd do to you
as soon as you came
within inches of me,
my body craving
your scent, your taste, your touch.

So lost in my thoughts of you
that I caught myself smiling
and losing track of time...
the second hand reaching
towards the first second
closer to having you.