Di Di

They call her Di Di

Friends do that is

I wasn’t her friend

I was her co-worker

She was work hot—

Good looking by comparison

To the rest of the staff

She was long and slender

Hippy hips

Nice face and beauty

Beneath the skin

I would fantasize

About having sex with her

In the stairwell

That was the only

Place we could ever get away

With it

I would pass her in my mind

On the steps

In the stairwell

And we would softly

Turn into one another

And I would pull her pants down

And she would unzip my pants

And I would lift her leg

And she would pulse

And I would have no intention

Of ever pulling away

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