What kind of reaction will I get when I pull her body close to mine?
When I run my long finger nails through her well-groomed hair?
When I feel her baby soft skin running my legs up hers?
How will her conscience play her when I make her quiver so?
When I make her doubt everything she ever believed about her sexuality?
To be more than the crying shoulder, the sympathy stretch, or the smile. .
To be more than the overwhelming orgasm that seemed to last all night . . .
To be more than the voice that succulently seduces her every thought. . .
To be more than the woman she seems to coo over when she speaks softly.. .
To be more than just the beautiful face her dreams relive when she sleeps. . .
My little secret is a vision that holds true even if only in thought.
My little secret goes farther than the furthest ocean and its motion.
My little secret has a deeper meaning than most psychologists see.
My little secret is more than I can explain or even demonstrate.
This female inside of me.
- Who’s there (katjohnston1.wordpress.com)