A secret consumes him
Waking to excitement and guilt
She pulls him in new directions
her words disorient his sensibilities
He smells her skin in his dreams
Feel lips pressed against her neck, her breasts
and her voice in his ear
He rises insatiable
Moist hands barely steady enough
to wipe the sleep from his eyes
“More words…one more look
Just one more time before I ‘m up”
New day shower
This time alone in his thoughts
He takes a long breath and considers
the privacy of his desires
the publicity of his obligations
Morning routine
Slightly eroded
The secret lives another day
© Dean A. Klotz