unscheduled interruption

It slips into the spaces between rational thought. A lingering lustful fantasy, that hums in the background. Like an insect. Like a radio.

I am handfulls of paperwork, espousing theory. Trying to link action to reaction to reflection. I am right way, wrong way, the middle path.

Then it slips up my skirt, transports me beyond.

If I could focus it would be blurred. Soft lines and rich colours. A tapestry of desire in the eye of a needle. Like a rich man. Like a camel. Like a slice of proverbial heaven.

Sliding down my throat
Then I revert back to normality once more