nobody knows it, but i've got a secret smile. and i use it only for you.

when i think about seeing you next.
when i think of being close enough
to feel your breath on my face.
when i think of your lips finally
reaching mine; slow, soft, hungry.
when i think of the first moment
our tongues will meet, electric,
i get wet.

when i’m staring off into space
in the middle of that meeting at work,
i’m thinking of you, touching me,
and i get wet.

when i’ve read the same line for the forth time
in my book and i’m smiling to myself with glazed eyes,
i’m daydreaming of you, on your knees,
your head buried between my legs,
and i get wet.

when i’ve started dinner
and the chicken accidentally gets burned,
i’m fantasizing of you, bending me over the counter,
fucking me hard from behind,
and i’m wet,
and i’m touching myself.