after work

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after work i would rush home and she would be waiting for me
some days as a nurse, some days as a housewife, some days as
a teacher, some days as herself and i liked those days the most,
but those other after work afternoons before we both had to get
back to the real world, we had some really unique times getting
to know each other, getting to show each other – our parts, our
pasts, the way each of us pants when the moment nears and the
way we hold dear the other one clinging to us as bodies move
and matter stops responding and the heat of the moment, the
passion of the moment overwhelms us after work as we try
to erase the day we’ve each had and the after glow of the
after work sex sessions would last well into the next day
and neither of us ever wanted it to end but
we feared it might dull, it might lessen, that
connection we had when our bodies were
caressing, but whether or not we paid close
attention, we couldn’t mess up the equation.

after work we both went away to another place
not always the bedroom or bathroom or in the
backyard but sometimes under the stars, under
the stairs, upstairs in the attic, on the roof,
howling at the moon as our bodies moved
together as one our stress coming undone
like her bra clasp and my pants and the
dance we dance as we pretend the moment
into something more than it originally was, we
work the after work moments into something that
can make us feel more erotic underneath our calm
cool business exteriors as we work the next day.

after work she would invite me over and we would
bitch and complain about all the other workers and
then the wine would go to our heads and we would
find ourselves dangerously close and our lips would
finally touch and all the stress of the workplace for
that one moment would fall away and our day would
be no more – only the night, only after work and the
way she worked her body against my body and the
sounds she made and the way her hair moved through
the air and breath escaped her in pants and moans and
work was no more as she finally saw me and moved
with me and took the stress away from me.

after work we both went our separate ways and i
wonder if the day would ever be real like that, if
she would ever think to do something like that
with me.

after work we both went our separate ways and i
wonder if the day would ever be real like that, is
he would ever get the courage to approach me and
ask me.

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