THE PROFESSIONAL

Iā€™m not sure if she,
Looking in my eyes,
Saw what I was trying to hide:
I was badly struggling
To maintain a balance
In between
The professionalism and contumacious lust
That it was way too tough
For my mind to mind
My own business
Or concentrate on her waist
While I kept walking
On my fingers
At the curvature of her hips
Despite of all the colleagues
And CCTV cameras around
My subconscious mind was on alert
And she blamed me:
I was a professional flirt
But seriously,
At that moment
I was none:
A professional or a flirt.
But who is who?

10 Comments Add yours

  1. Interesting conundrum. SO what happened? :p
    Good stuff, Neeraj. šŸ™‚

    1. Lol.. a failure at both end I guess šŸ˜› but a real profession eventually gets what he wants. šŸ˜‰

    2. ‘Eventually’ is a good word. šŸ˜‰ Hope that pushes you to write more. šŸ™‚

    3. I will ‘eventually’ šŸ˜‰

  2. Chatty Owl says:

    She is both. A professional flirt.

    1. Me?? A professional flirt? šŸ˜›

    2. Yeah, maybe the calculated risks are wise to take.

    3. Chatty Owl says:

      Risks are ok, if they lead to success.

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