Secrets

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 çankaya escort it you will flex. I know you.  The arch of your collar bone,If I nip it you will hiss. The ridged rus escort valley of your pectorals,My tongue can illicit a groan here. You’re my plaything.  The V of your hips,a caress eryaman escort of breath here, your hips will arch. Your pubis where fingertips make you quiver. Hand arching away over your thighsAlways 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.