Office Workers Poem by Gert Strydom

To the office we go together
the two of us

I do the figures and run them through
she sometimes looks at them too,
she brings me tea, answers the phone

and smiles at me and sometimes
catches my eye in a way
that says much more
as if begging it to stray

when she bends over
exposing the cliff
between her big firm breasts,
the smoothness of her slender thigh

and then blushes tomato red
when my eyes skim over
to the work instead
as if she's not really there

but the twinkling in her starry eyes,
the pout of her lips,
the intimacy of her perfume
and the swing of her hips

keeps me mesmerized and she keeps playing
with her wedding band
giving that diamond a unholy glow
and walks at times swaying into me

as if the attraction between the two of us
pulls us together by its own power
and I wonder if she knows the difference
between love and lust

and if this is just a little game to her
and where integrity
stands in the you and me
and the more that I ignore her
the greater becomes the electricity
and the more she wants me.