The Other Woman

She glides through the glass doors -
he's on the phone
with The Wife.
She gently sets his coffee down on his desk
and twirls a slender finger in
his silver hair.
Slowly,
she
lowers
her
lips
to his ear and
teasingly tugs on his tie.
Forget Her. You're Mine.
He looks into her eyes with an impish grin,
allows the phone to drop to the floor of his office
and pulls her into his lap.

They could still hear
The Wife
rambling on the floor.