Where do I start explaining my secret, in this Lush world of nonjudgmental desires? Why do I fear letting it known?  Oh god, here I go...

Finding my favorite spot 

All nestled in bed 

Collecting my MacBook 

And logging in 

Searching the forums 

For entertaining banter 

Finding a sweet friend 

Having a moment encounter 

We send little messages 

Hugs and kisses too

It’s a fun distraction 

When there’s not much to do

But that’s not my naughty secret 

I am still unsure 

How do I explain it 

And not sound like a raunchy whore

I look for a couple of favorites 

Not just the typical guys 

I have a favorite lady or two 

Sometimes I think I’m Lush bi 

Is that even a thing

Or am I simply bisexual 

I’m not sure... because

For me this is unusual 

But I can’t help it 

Sometimes I feel a tingle 

When I talk to some 

I forget I’m not single 

I imagine the greatest smile

On their lovely faces 

And I want to touch them 

In intimate places 

Yet I never flirt privately 

When we sometimes talk  

I respect my marriage 

And keep my secrets locked

Now my face is red

And I feel so exposed 

But here I am today 

Letting it all known