©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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