Sensuous Love

Staring down these walls, I see myself faking it. I fake it everyday, just like my mom taught me to. She said, "Just do it."

The greyness soaks in. There's no windows around and I just the greyness. I have no sense of time, day or night, or even the weather outside. The buzzing overhead has tuned out. I don't hear it anymore.

Flash: Naked hot soapy bodies rubbing against each other. Each softer than the next. Flash: Reality.

Phone rings. "Help Desk, this is..." Oh, I wish some woman could come and rescue me now. Flash: Hot soapy, toweling off, sensual soft skin. Sweat dripping down my back. Flash: Reality.

"Yes, sure I can do that. Would you like me to set a task for you and send it via email?"

"Hello, Help Desk, this is..."

"I'm going to lunch."

Relief.