My Secrete Kiss
My secrete kiss,
a patient less bliss
I almost missed.
A touch of spice with a sexual might,
a mental invitation to feel his thighs.
Damn I think as I sigh…hum
My secrete kiss I almost missed
my secret kiss need not be my secrete or his.
What is hidden in my secrete kiss that I should care to hide,
keep out of others sight,
his and her eyes.
It just might be,
this secrete is not just mine.
poem by Denise Veras
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