Secret Shame

My anonymous friend has sent me another poem they wish to put out to the world. You can tell by the subject matter, this is an extremely personal one, and they are very brave in being so honest in their words. I hope you like this one, and again, please offer all encouragements that you would for my work. Thank you.

My secret is your secret
I secrete at your obvious pleasure
The eyes from the moon watching us
In the woods at our limited leisure
Waiting for me to arrive in our private little love den
Nervously looking childish until you welcome me in
An awkward gap between us just a pigeon step away
I throw myself at you and so begins our play
Hands searching for places forbidden by society’s law
Lips sucking at naked skin, biting until sore
The flames born from Hell start scrabbling at our feet
Too distracted to stamp them out – into me you retreat
Flickering further and further heat rises from the lust
Avoiding getting burnt we move positions to adjust
Grasping scalding skin we hold on as if we’re dying
The only Being breathing for life is the Angel inside me crying
Your hand gripping my hair, another wrapped around my throat
Oxygen restricted as I begin to gently float
In a liquid of ecstasy and energy higher and higher I swiftly rise
The goodness that was once in me slowly begins its demise
Pressed together in luscious glue of sweat and dirty sin
We enter an immoral world of self indulgence from within
Bodies entwined like creeping ivy poisoning the mind
Eyes locked into each other’s selfish souls spellbound and love blind
Completely oblivious to the sounds and smells of the reality in which we lie
Almost at the pinnacle awaiting the orgasmic high
A simultaneous head rush dizzy from the height
We hold each other’s gazes in the coldness of the night
What felt like hours of our precious time has now melted away
And so we creep out with heads of shame and go out separate lost ways.



This isn’t one of my best, but I’m just pleased my muse has started to visit a little more often. I hope you like it.

We moved to our hands
When the spades weren’t enough,
The hole in the earth slowly grew;
A secret to bury
In land cold and hard,
A wicked truth we only knew.

A treacherous act
That made us as one,
Something to hide from the world;
The black of the dirt
Was piled to the side,
And into the dark it was hurled.

No more would this sin
Be awake to the day,
Once more our innocence saved;
In the bowels of the earth
Our mistake would remain,
No more to our guilt so enslaved.

We’d always recall
As we went our own way,
The terrible thing that we did;
But now in the dark
The secret is left,
And there would forever be hid.

The Fashion Of The Time

I walked among the lower class,
With a cravat the shade of lime;
My top and tails adorned with pearl
As was the fashion of the time.

With booted feat of leathered glow,
A shaded past of deadly crime;
My swagger spoke of worldly lust
As was the fashion of the time.

Each passing face and glowing soul,
And endless choice of which is mine;
The life to end with vicious glee
As was the fashion of the time.

To move amongst these cattled men,
A hidden wolf with covered lines;
Not spotted for my own true self
As was the fashion of the time.

My heinous acts not ever seen,
For all this city is but mine;
The hidden killer moving ever on
As was the fashion of the time.