Baby, I’ve got a problem
I’m distracted by memories of you –
placing kisses on my skin
your hands brushing away my hair
I can’t focus and I’m at work –
but my body is pulsing, remembering your touch
these interruptions are too tempting
not to indulge
I’ve got to sneak away
find a moment alone
and see what I can do to try and satisfy
these steamy memories of you
Secret Thoughts Within 