Working late

Nora decided to work late that night and get some things done and check it off her lists of things to accomplish for the office. As she glanced at the clock it was 10pm … time flew by she thought and she stood up to get her coat. She felt a slight ache on the ball of her feet, being in 3 inches high heeled pump for fourteen hours is no fun.

Grabbed her coat and walked the long corridor towards the elevator. She passed an office with the light still on. It is Ed’s office. The new hired account executive. She smiled and as she remembered the day she hired him to join their corporation.

She can still remember the Hermes ties he was wearing that day. This guy has quite of a taste she thought. She decided to know and say hello. She lightly knocked on his door and announced her name. “Ed… are you there? this is Nora” A sexy male voice replied and asked her to come in.

She opened the door and walked right in. She teasingly asked why working late. Ed smiled and replied…”same reason you why you are just about to leave”. She playfully invited him to join her for dinner. Her house wasn’t too far from their corporate office and Ed said yes.

The dinner was not so special in fact It was a hurriedly made salad and a quick spaghetti, but they obviously had fun putting the dinner together, that when it was finally ready, a bottle of wine was almost empty.

After dinner, Nora changed into something comfortable and sat closed to Ed on the couch and started flirting with him, shamelessly. It didn’t took too long for Ed to grab Nora’s head and kissed her passionately on the lips.

After an hour Ed left her house with a huge grin on his face. Obviously enjoyed the time with Nora.


Transparency

I want my smile to capture his attention

I want to give it free no strings attached

I want my eyes to speak to his

as transparent as a crystal water

no guessing game

no shame no blame

Eye to eye, limb to limb I want to be as transparent as I can be. -justme62

Lair

You, sitting across me both of us trying not to stare at each other. Some fleeting glances here and there, some moment sifted through the air. If I could only run and hide to my deepest, darkest lair.

Funny, how we conceal each other’s feelings how we both go through so many intricate ways of hiding under the mask.

I blush just the thought of you learning what goes through my mind when I’m thinking of you. I think I better sit somewhere else.

Strange how our seasons are completely opposite… I had the pleasure of waking up to a fresh-baked bread and a robust cup of coffee that a puts a smile on my face … while you are pouting like a grumpy old duck.

Flutter

She, who is not afraid of danger

light in her feet, a dancer a phaser

as if she has wings to flutter away

somewhere safer than there.

He, who is addicted to the flutter of her dark eyelashes

palms always open to welcome her

when she returns.