Keyboards

At work and I hear these keyboards clicking

Sounds of buttons being pressed and punched to stamp effectiveness that can't be written with words

And I'm here sitting in my chair

Longing to be punched

Longing for power outage so I can lick my lips

And arch my back in readiness for the impossible

Longing to be ridden on my keyboard

And I'm squeezing the punching bag of emotions rising

Touching these keypads and arousing the mind

Thoughts want action instead of being typed discreetly on microsoft word

Words soften me

Thoughts blow cold air on warm places

And memories heighten the action

With a supervisor sitting on the left and a neighbouring gossiper on the right

The adrenaline drinks the fright

Hiding my thoughts , I minimize microsoft word moving ever so swiftly to write these words to momentarily appease these thoughts

But the buttons continue to yank the regins of my swallowed moans

And fingers around me are unaware of what's happening

I listen and ignore the bodily responses

Punching onto the keyboard of my mind

Making grammatical errors. Cuz the word sex has become the punctuation of every thought

And the punching sounds continues

Taunting me

Sketching fantasies of fingers playing these piano keys as an erectness has me tippy -toeing off the floor

Silently I struggle

And I hope the clicking sound is loud enough to muffle the earthquake when it cums ....