Creative Writing, Poetry

My Secret

Shhh

You will be my secret

But I am for everyone to know 

And as much as you miss the way I smell

I will carry the scent of many rosesThe petals that I have plucked from their rose hips 

Pink vulvas I will introduce you to my lingham 

But you can’t blossom to any other noses 

Your honey on the tips of my finger reminds me of how much I’ve lingered away

So I shoot you an “I miss you text”

I have a fetish of keeping you a secret

Speaking from the perception of a narcissist

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