secret

And the truth is, I am thinking about you right now.

I am thinking about you here, with the door to my office shut on a Friday afternoon. I am thinking about you, my long billowing black skirt concealing my bare legs, that fire you started.  Black lambswool sweater, buttons that were not meant to be undone. Undone, one by one. It is a simple day, this work day. I cannot work today, this day without you, with you, closer.

 

 

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