Selling Furniture

There was a note

Attached to my time card

When I came back from my break.

It said

That you wanted me

To call you.

Interesting.

I wonder

Just how much

You have been thinking

About me

As I dial your number.

I find out

When you answer

The phone.

Purring.

“I need to see you again.”

I replied

“That would be nice...

I had a lot of fun with you.”

“I wish you were here right now.”

“Yeah, but I gotta work. I’m working baby. I gotta try to sell furniture to people that aren’t

here or to people that don’t wanna buy furniture. I gotta stay focused.”

You proceeded to tell me

What you wanted to do to me.

You reminded me

What we did the last time.

I was pretty sure you were

Doing things to yourself

On the other end of the phone.

It sure sounded like it.

So I asked you

“Are you fucking yourself gurl?”

You replied in heat

“You know it! I can’t help it. I need you to give it to me really bad.”

Then you told me

That you’ve been fucking yourself

For the past week

Since we saw each other

And that you need me

To get my ass

Over there

As soon as possible.

But

In my mind

I am already there.

I’m stiff in my pants at work

Thinking about

Being in your house again

In your bed

In your bathroom

In your kitchen.

I’m there alright

Instead of here

Selling furniture

To people that aren’t here

Or to people

That have no interest

In buying furniture

Today

At all.