Secret Places . . .

. . . have recently become an
interest
of mine.
Everyone has them.
Everyone cherishes them.
Everyone revels in them.
Too few of us share them.

True, to share a secret with many
is to lose a secret.
Yet to share a secret with one
is to build a secret.
With me, that is the path to sharing
to growing
to bonding
to building.
The path to all the places I wish to go.

Imagine,
if you dare . . .

The secret place inside you
opening up to reveal
the wonders kept inside.
Imagine someone
you could share those with.
In trust and confidence.

His secrets open to you,
as yours open to him.
Mixing together
becoming more than they were,
more intense,
more inviting,
more desirable,
more exciting . . .

Sorting thru your secrets,
separating good from bad.
Revealing which are truly beautiful
regardless of what others may say . . .

. . . now imagine, if you dare . . .

. . . trusting the holder of your secrets
to guide you to the edge.
Feeling the warm of the sun
playing on your body.
Experiencing the wind
caressing your flesh.
Hearing the echoes of silence
penetrating your mind.
Tasting anticipation
as it dances across your lips
which part ever so slightly,
allowing the sweet taste
to tempt
and tickle
your tongue . . .

Then purged of all the bad thoughts,
you secrets in his hands,
you fling yourself off the edge.

And find . . .

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copyright Skippy / Adrian Smith -- 1999
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