By the wayside
Late arrival into meeting room
You look for me amongst
faces you command, commandeer.
I lower my eyes to defend
against the bulleted frontline thoughts
daring an agenda of fantasy.
Sitting opposite; each others target.
Our kindred spirits embrace
only once throughout the hour.
Quick chatter accompanies slow exits;
You need “a word”, and blend me into
a corporate grey carpeted corridor.
Enter. Pussy bowed, lace topped stockings
in the boudoir of executive entertainment.
Perfect for you not to see, only imagine
me coquettishly stretched across your desk
fetching sweet treat to couple with tea.
Professional advice given, attentive notes
carefully written; keeping hands busy.
Nervously tapping inveigling high heels,
I leave, before emotions get ricocheted
on the office floor like our biscuit crumbs.
© Katy Hughes 2012