Secrets whisper over skin,

Soft, delicate and needy,

Wanting to be free. 

Secrets that even you do not know,

But I do. 

That dip behind your ear,

if I kiss it, you will shiver.

That ridge of your bicep,

If I touch it you will flex. 

I know you. 

The arch of your collar bone,

If I nip it you will hiss. 

The ridged valley of your pectorals,

My tongue can illicit a groan here. 

You're my plaything. 

The V of your hips,

a caress of breath here, your hips will arch. 

Your pubis where fingertips make you quiver. 

Hand arching away over your thighs

Always brings a growl and a flash of frustrations

If I smile up at you now I know what I will see,

that secret glimmer of desire,

Of which I am the only recipient. 

You won't move though,

That's another secret. 

So with my knoweldge of secrets,

I can have my way.

For you know my secrets too.