You whisper in my ear while the big brother is watching.
Caressing my thigh behind the counter.
Longing for the clock to strike 12.
We dare not speak.
As the clock ticks and we shut down.
The room is dark and everyone is gone.
We sneak into our cave.
Our bodies filled with 8 hours of lust and desire.
You seize my body, but not my heart.
We go our separate ways.
You walk back to your life of fiction
I walk back to my life of truth.
Is it the constraint or forbiddance that fuels our passionate crime?
No one knows our little secret.
I’ll see you tomorrow.
And I promise I’ll be on time.
