Pocket of Secrets

Whisper into the crevasses of my jaws

Into my earlobes and breathe down my neck

Approach me and break all the laws

Feel the turning of our movements

Experience the tremor through my touch

While we fly to the galaxies

Naked embodiments in a tight clutch

Let me spill it all over you, my secrets. 

Every percussion, every stroke

Triggered me into a state of being broke.

I wanted nothing more but to be woke.

No inhibitions when cement walls transform into sheer sheets of desire.

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Carelessly, scattering my secrets around

Stop. Stop this ludicrousness and bossing around

Spectators analyzing, halt this clowning around.

Hushed voices and private rubs on my legs surfacing up from the ground. 
Nobody knew. Nobody asked. Nobody mentioned.

I was your pocket full of secrets. 

- Miss Sajhwani