Secret Love

I have been watching you, for a very long time, I see myself in your arms

I see your reflection in my compact, as I put on my lipstick, my lips moist

For this secret love, is hiding behind, behind books stacked tall on shelves

In love stories read, in novels, in biographies, fiction, and then my own story

Written, in a poetry book, I read the line, I know the feeling, the energy, the moral

The plot of love poetry, is to entice the mind, wet the skin, and find the heart beat

Inside the soul, the secrets of lust, longing, craving, hunger, painful, even sympathy

What I feel, I write, and my words not shallow, not fague, not faded, but strong, heated

Bold, and beautiful, like your eyes, the dark skin, your grin, your hair, then your body

I find myself falling deeper, into the book, into the lines, into the verse, I can't stop

For the writing is like a mad hungry sex, letting go, taking hold, and then the rest is more than best

It feels my mind, my flesh on fire, it oozes out and pours into more and more words, ageless

Of trust, and secret love in my own words, I whisper softly, for your absorbing warmth from my mouth

Lost with words, now, I must tire, for I will save myself for these moments of sin, once more

Secret love, my heart torn by the pages, secret love, or just a love chaos when my ink ran out