I feel the stickiness of your seed trailing down my inner thigh
as I listen to the staid voice speak of reports, papers, and things
that, at this moment, mean nothing to me.

My mind is filled with the erotic thoughts of the rushed
joining of us...the way your hands felt gripping my hips
as your body thrusted into mine.  I know a smile is playing
along my lips and I can't help it.

I look about me slowly.  My eyes taking in the boredom
of the others, the scribble of a pen here and there.
If they only knew my scribbles and where my mind was
right this moment. 

I really should be paying attention shouldn't I?  That is
so hard to do when your seed feels like it is branding
my inner thigh.

I want you again.  How is it that I continue to want more...
more time...
more stolen kisses...
more you.