My lips are swollen 
aching to be kissed
as the office air
moves silently against their surface, 
activating my thirst.  

Needing to be annihilated
in passion and longing.
Someone to bruise them in the eloquence of lust.

My breast nipples become hard
Brushes roughly against my blouse
as the summer air grips me
as a warm hand and air conditioned face
someone locks the door
as I slide to the floor.