Spending the afternoon bathing in blue eyes

Lounging against the velvet pillows of your voice

Pressing the buttons to elicit that low laugh

which really must sound dirty even to brains not saturated with lust

Delighting in laconic, acerbic, witty asides

Caressed by elegant eloquence

And oh, those double entendres that we both do so well

At times, my dear

Working is simply bliss.