consider secrets vulnerable terrain
like the dangerous speed of a runaway train
when denying secretes from deep in ones soul
somethings just get out of control
sometimes exposed in decadent darkness
like the essence of echoes off the edges
they leave a rumor of confession
beg for that scandalous, sin of shame
it was always about her demeanor
until her sideways glances sculpted him tame
sumptuous images stimulate in moonlit room
feel the petite peel of pleasures pulse
probe saturated nub consumed
slide to the stroke of rapture's impulse
she swallows to get the sensation
he claims as matter of generalization
veil a fragile surrender and close the deal
hidden is so exposed within her lips appeal
more accumulation will not conceal
afterword’s the performers inhibition sign and seal
like car brakes before an accident squeal
a black skid mark a mile long without repeal
always remember secrets are hiding something we cannot reveal
spoke volumes to me
spoke volumes to me
Secrets are over rated, this
Secrets are over rated, this poem ihowever is not! This s stunning. Love it. Rings a familiar sentimental tune.
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."