the bathroom

i had to go into the bathroom today at work to find you

i’d been sitting alone in the conference room
no one was at the desks outside
the <3 you put in irc lingers in front of my eyes i see it that tiny little heart and my own, more real, beats harder and faster and that tiny little heart taunts me in the chat window i know you don't love me i know i baited the heart by telling you i missed you and you're just sweet and loving and too much of a guy to know that i will sit here for an hour staring at that tiny heart next to your nick in your reply my own beats ever so slightly faster with each minute my breath shallower and heightened my chest constricts as i imagine your hands on my throat your lips near to mine your breath in my mouth i relive that first kiss over and over again your hands i speak the words out loud and realize suddenly once again the conference room, the glass, the empty workstations anyone could have heard me i pack my things and go i have to go into the bathroom to find you in the far stall in a moment of privacy, visual anonymity i lose my coat and my bag and am pushed against the wall, one hand again at my throat the other reaches under my skirt, i feel one finger, then two your groan, the way you breathe my name into my ear whenever you find me this wet you kiss me, bring your fingers to your mouth, then mine "you taste that? oooh.." you sigh "you taste like you" everything slows all i know is your breath all i know is my lips on your neck your lips on mine your tongue, i need your tongue the bathroom door opens. i step away, my arms empty, alone in the stall. i know i have to stop imagining you, at this point we have spent more hours together in my mind than i ever spent with you for real. but for now i am still addicted. and i have to go into the bathroom at work to find you.