The sound of leather shoes on a cold floor
A freshly ironed shirt and pants
with the scent of summer and discipline
that his body carries.
Muscles under the skin
so firm yet always
soft somehow, never fragile
as if it’s daring you to desire
Why don’t you admit that the power is a turn on ?
He says.
Giggly smiling like a puppy
An expensive shower and soap
that he takes
after taking off his suits.
Now his watch is on the counter
where he makes a glass of margarita
as smooth as the texture of
himself
And I take a sip
because it is summer
and the heat makes me thirsty
