©Our Harmless Secret
Love’s echo trails behind my footsteps
as I race up the stairs two at a time,
perhaps lacking a little finesse
and a sparkling Ginger Rogers’ dress.
Will you be too enraptured
by the sight of me as you wet
those luscious lips ravenously
and trace the paltry flesh
of my naked shoulder with those
sultry eyes and telling grin, my Fred Astaire?
What we’ll remember in the light
of morning will be our harmless secret.
by Mimi Wolske
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