How Long?

Until her supple spine mirrored the elegant arch of a windswept palm tree seconds before snapping.

Until every strand of her tangled mess of a mane sprang free from the grip of his rock hard hand, tickling her shoulders and back

sweeping across her flushed face and generously falling onto his.

Until her Sahara-dry throat, once the vessel of fully formed words
now offered only empty monosyllabic moans

only aching pleas aimed at the ceiling before leaking into the hallway and sharing with the befuddled passersby a torture they once knew and now only remember in lonely spurts.

Until the already blurred line between pleasure and pain erased itself
with the dance her hips did without permission and yet somehow in time with the oddly rhythmic shudder of her shoulders

and the taunted jut of her jaw locked onto his collarbone, tightly (too tightly?)

with the maddening slap of their thighs proving a bright percussive soundtrack to this encounter of violently crashing souls.

Until her eyebrows reached for the crown of her sweat-laden head.

Until she recalled that sweet rush of serenity along the walls of the neighbor’s whirlpool

a few feet from Daddy’s disapproving eyes (like he would notice anyway)
and minutes before danceline rehearsal but somehow miles and miles from it all:

miles from the tedious questions about how school was going

miles from her stupid brother and the nerf ball he balanced on his nose like a well-trained seal

miles from Mom and her perfect posture

miles from any sound, any troubling thought, any stupidity anywhere.

Until the unhealthily thin janitor cleared his throat – a subtle warning before unlocking the door and lowering his eyes as if he didn’t see the mad scramble for scattered clothes.

Until it was time to rejoin the others in the conference room.




This week's Humpday confession session:
Okay my sinners, anybody care to confess to salacious episodes of workplace shaggings? Nooners in the copy room? Breathless assignations in the janitor's closet? Caboose-rattling sessions between stuffy boardroom meetings?

Don't be shy...