In Bloom Poem by Amy Serhienko

Another meeting,
dry and lifeless.
Numbers and dollars and processes.
Policies and procedures.

My attention is focused,
not on the matters at hand,
but on my growing desire.

My chair swivels;
my foot swings,
drawing attention from
my clenched thighs,
my inability to sit still.

I feel you -
under the table,
under my skirt,
under my skin.

Your mouth wide against me,
probing,
teasing,
building the heat.

Your fingers inside me,
rhythmic,
prodding,
fanning the flames.

Another meeting,
dry and lifeless,
while I am wet,
and in full bloom.