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Monday 14 April 2014

Invisable


Invisible

You know me... but yet, to you I am invisible
I work alongside you and bask in your prowess
I make your coffee each day and hang up your tailored coat
I wish to tell you but the words catch; imprisoned deep within my throat

Today whilst routinely hanging up your suit jacket
I paused and inhaled your flavour; raw, masculine sex
I closed my eyes and heard your sultry voice; it's intoxicating tone
I imagined you whispered "I want you"and expelled a guttural moan

My eyes are guarded as I wish not to exhibit what churns fervently inside
Our talk is cheap and to the point both fleeting and concise 
Whilst brushing past you, your muscular body's tactility sang to me
From this obsession I wish you'd set me free!

Debbie Razey 2014