P.A.
"I'm Your Secretary" a soft bells chime in my head
Look into sharp big eyes and the slippery curves
Fumble with glasses and mouth gapes in desperation
Lips go dry as soft hands touch the glass of cold water.
Shaky hand takes this tumbler from warm steady hands
Monica here sir, to personally assist you;
Smiles as the chilled liquid runs down my thirsty throat
Rattling my bones I watch the twin bulges with bounce.
Good news your wife visits the office at this moment,
The bad one; she seen you looking up new avenues.
Pure joy walked to her cabin as I choked on the news;
Sweet illusions vanish and I pay the dues in hell.
Why men of the world get hit by the cupids arrow;
She spouse makes the man nervous in actions narrow.
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