My Secret

Shhh

You are my little secret

But I’m for everyone to know

And as much as you miss the way I smell

I will carry the scent of many roses

A sweet scent of petals that I have plucked from their rose hips

Pink vulvas; I will introduce to you on my lingham

But you can’t blossom for any other noses

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

Longing for you to miss me

So I shoot you an “I miss you text”

My fetish manipulating your mind to believe you are more but you are only enticing as my secret

Speaking from the perception of a narcissist