My Secret

When I first saw him

his power seduced my every need.

I had to have him

between my supple legs

right where I knew he wanted to be

glistening wet from my attention.

I was the one in control

although I couldn't begin to deny

his wild, thrusting appetite.

He became my secret lover

with an ambiguous tongue.

The smooth rhythm alone

tracing down my navel

and between my shaking thighs

whsipered seductively

'Are you ready for me?

Do you want to fuck me?'

I was always hungry for his hard ride

and every night

when I place him back in my drawer

a smirk curves my lips, knowing

that my secret lover

never leaves me unstatisfied

until his batteries run out.

Copyright © 2006 Bonnie Clarke