The Place Where I Work: Wet Like Snow

Another erotic poem about my work. (Blogged a bit ago about my unassuming coworker Darlin’ Nikki who writes erotic poetry. She is an inspiration.)

Titled this one: Wet Like Snow

It got me way past moist
The Snow
Work said I had no choice
And so I go
People all around and I don’t care
Wind tosses me around and messes my hair
But I keep up
And snow stays up, not ready to let go
Work can’t stand up to Snow though
It likes to fist n’ kiss and Snow leaves you in wet bliss
I take them both on like a champ
My forehead a lil damp
No match for my vigor
And I plan on riding Snow out like its name is trigger