Inner thoughts lie and rest
stay away unwanted guests.
secret sinners in my brain
haunting with their loud refrain.

desire comes most unbidden
the urge to quench this lust kept hidden.
family, husband, ties that bind
forgotten in my clouded mind.

fantasy engulfs my world
the newness of this boy and girl
kiss, lick, nip, suck.
clench, squeeze, bite, fuck.

powered by my mental wires
their bodies heat with liquid fire
frantic, desperate bodies quake
with need to salve their deepest ache

gripping, gasping, crying out
harder, faster, primal shouts
sentient they lie in bliss
tongues mate in a dreamy kiss.

Heavy breathing turns to sighs
innertwined they close their eyes
back inside my secret musings
boy and girl rest unassuming

You make it hard to be friends.
You lend an ear but not a voice.
You make jokes, you're quite amusing
Insightful? No. Sarcastic? Yes.

To my dismay, I hang on every word.
Only to be disappointed by a lack thereof.
You keep your cards close
My book is open for perusal.

My absence is noted, my presence disregarded.
It is exhausting.
You are this intriguing enigma
I am left to puzzle out on my own.

Such an odd path we've tread.
Safely stowed in the corner of my mind you reside.
You shouldn't hold this place in me.
Marks on a timeline are all we've been.

You have become my muse.
You have infiltrated my every thought and set up camp in my quiet moments.
You are mine to redefine, change, and when the mood strikes, change again.

I can mold you into friend or foe, hero or evil doer.
I can make you sensual or rough, gentleman or rogue.

You are mine.
Mine to control.

I can make your hands clench, your muscles strain, your tongue lick.
I can make your breath falter, your nose nuzzle, your fingers coast.
I can make you love or hate, laugh or cry.

I pull the strings that make you move then give you the strings to bound my hands and do your will.
But it's really MY will.

Each thrust, each pull.
each gasp, each sigh.
I am willing it.

Each nip, each bite.
Each time your are SO close,
it's because I want it to be so.

I choose how close you are.
I choose whether or not you get there.

You are my muse.
Mine to use and discard at will.
Mine to linger over and savor if I like.

Mine.

Secret looks across the room,
Unbidden thoughts begin to bloom.
Warming skin begins to redden,
Surrounding noises seem to deaden.

Focused now,they start to plot.
Searching for the perfect spot.
Somewhere safe, a place to hide.
This need they have won't be denied.

Quietly, in turns they go.
Putting on a passing show.
The happy guests remain oblivious,
to their thoughts now quite lascivious.

Quickly creeping, silent feet.
At the rendezvous they meet.
Lock the door, a quiet click.
Alone now, pulses start to kick.

Clothing falls onto the floor,
Remove only just enough, no more.
Desperation brings with it haste,
Leaving them no time to waste.

Engrossed with need the ride begins,
They come together skin to skin.
Hands grope and bodies glide,
In and out, slip and slide.

Hands knotted, intertwined.
Bodies moving unrefined.
Mouths fused, muffled cries
Gasping breath, sated sighs.

Holding still they catch their breath,
Recovering from their little deaths.
Clothes back on, one more kiss.
The time is up for their secret tryst.

Alone once more they go back in,
Suppressing well their impish grins.
Careful not to blow their covers,
Their eyes try not to meet each others.

Soon though, unable to resist
Thoughts go back to their heated tryst.
Eyes again search out the one
Hungry for their secret love.

What would you say if told you it was you?
YOu who occupies my thoughts on occasion.
You who stars in certain fantasies.
You who is my most recent muse.

What would you do if I stood before you?
If my hand brushed yours?
If my eyes were filled with longing?
If the ties did not bind me?

Would you seize the moment?
Would you make a joke?
WOuld you regretfully decline?
Would you say nothing at all?

What would you do i f I told you I wondered?
WOndered about you?
wondered about the way it would feel?
Wondered about the way it would be?

If it would be soft.
If it would be sensuous.
If it would be right.
If it would be worth it.

Would it change anything?
Would we stay the same?
Would we feel awkward?
Would we get through this?

I think it's better left unsaid.
I think it's better kept inside.
I think I'd like to keep this secret.
I think I'd like to continue thinking.

If I had my druthers, I proclaim
I'd sit out near an open flame.
I'd drink of something cold and brewed
and hear of stories old and new.

I'd sit myself in a comfy chair,
and breathe in deep the nighttime air.
the stars above in multitude
with forest sounds create the mood.

Good friends surround, we'd laugh and joke
as sparks drift to the sky in smoke.
I'd glance across the roaring fire
and in your eyes see my desire.

Honor bound, you'd turn your head
feigning interest in something said.
Bound as well, I'd look away
the memory saved for another day.

I'd keep it hidden on a shelf
and bring it down when I'm by myself.
Alone, I'd savor that secret glance.
Right now I'd watch the fire dance.

hours stretch, the party ends.
It's time to say goodbye to friends.
The hugs begin my stomach churns.
Anxious I'd await my turn.

you'd turn and take me in your arms
careful not to raise alarms.
we'd hug and whisper our goodbyes
saying much more with our eyes.

we'd part and go our seperate ways
burdened with the choices made.
Back to our lives we'd both pretend
not to covet the spouse of friends.

We'd settle for our stolen glances
take advantage of the chances
to sit out near an open fire
and not act out on hearts desires.

Love, love. Thou hast forsaken me.
Inspired not I wilt and wither.
Life's breath expelled, I am gasping.
Negativity seeps through me and I quiver.

Dawn, dawn. when shalt thou awaken me?
Sleeping trance I walk within.
Dreams have since ended.
I lie in endless slumber.

Sun, sun. Oh! To feel your warmth.
Fingers upon my face caress.
Trickle heat and light my fire.
Stoke the embers hidden deep.

Cry, cry! Shout the heavens!
Listen voices speaking clearly.
Ousted secrets, hidden fears.
Tears no more than cleansing potions.

Stand, stand! Slowly, surely.
Shackles no more grasping tightly.
Shafts of sunlight penetrating.
Darkness breaking in the distance.