wet

every touch made her leg tremble
the thought of us
made her
weak
every moment was intense...

she sat at her desk
remembering last night
reminising over every second
from the doorbell ringing
to the goodbye kiss
and every subtle sound inbetween
she remembered how it started
his hand slowly sliding up her thigh
he pretended to be
watching the jack bauer save the world
but she could see by the rise in his jeans
that he had more on his mind than 24
she allowed his hand to guide her soul
as she slid into his grasp
and somewhere between commercial breaks
and credits rolling
she found herself

smiling
sitting at her desk
remebering last night
wondering how they ended up

her thoughts seemed incomplete
she
couldnt help but
smile
sitting at her desk
remembering last night

her mind began to race
as she
pictured his hands
slowly
seperating
everything she had on
she slid
against his body
and she could feel his heart beat
with each
thump
she
began to move her hips
to the drum
until she couldnt
stop

smiling
sitting at her desk
remebering last night
she couldnt focus

every word sounded like him
every fragrance smelled like him
every touch
made her leg tremble
the thought of last night
made her
weak
warm
and

smiling
sitting at her desk
remebering last night
(quiet da artist/copyright 2006)