dirty little secret

She had me in the palm of her hand.

I had toyed with the idea.
Maybe not an idea,
but delusion.
Maybe not delusion,
but the possibility.

Positivity feeds possibilities.
An old mantra,
from days long gone.
A million others
racing through my head.

She and I fit naturally.
There could have been countless reasons
why we shouldn't have.
I didn't care,
so long as she was with me.

Not gonna lie,
I was scared.
I wasn't used to it.
The thrill of something forbidden.
From the moment
we first spoke about it,
I was her dirty little secret.

Three hour train ride.
Two mintues past 9.
One thought on my mind,
and she invaded me.
My life.
My heart.
My innermost desires.

She had me in the palm of her hand.

Her soft skin
pressed up against mine.
My fingers lost
in her long dark hair.
Her soft lips
exploring
up and down my body.
It was so wrong,
no wonder it was a secret.
No wonder I was her secret.

Days. Weeks. Months.
She made the trip like clockwork.
Three hour train ride.
Two minutes past 9.
One thought on my mind.
I was her dirty little secret.

Secret's out bitch.