Forbidden Liaison The Therapist

He is cocky, older, and charming.

We meet as strangers at the club

Just two people having fun

Enjoying the way our bodies and lips feel against one another.

There is something about him that feels real.

But the following day I open my therapy office door

And I see the same striking green eyes as the night before.

I fight shock and lust as our eyes meet.

All warm thoughts should be replaced with professional ones

Or so I think.

As I sit across from him with my legs crossed, I can’t help but let my thoughts wander.

It’s a forbidden relationship; I know it’s wrong…

but it feels so right.