Secretly desire the touch of a man. The smell of his aftershave or his cologne the aroma enticing. Enhancing this desire by the tone of his voice or the way he looks as he saunters away overlooking his shoulder to capture another slight glance. The merging of touch and mingling of skin. This is it that start in the plan. To bring in my life one to have and to hold. As the days pass and the silence that fills my space. In the mirror I see me and the look on my face. The wrinkles are appearing through lifes trials and tests. A reminder that maybe for me it too late.
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Secretly Desire
