I wrote this whimsical piece about two decades ago, during one of the brief periods when I worked in an office. Don't take it too literally, I never had my own PA. Anyone less than about forty, so used to the current generation all-in-one printers, probably won't know what I'm talking about.
I watch you there, my beauty
Your hair shining in the bright light
Your smooth arse towards me
And I watch.
You lean there, still, as the object
of your attention,
Slips in, then out, then in and out again!
I breath and sigh in time,
Yet far too soon, it is all over,
You turn again.
My breathing slows, I look away, and search,
For something else for you,