I have a secret.
I mustn't tell.
It's deep in my soul,
And hungry to attack.
It's called a feeling.
It's welling up inside me and it wants to escape.
It has this desire to rip past my thoughts and curiosities
And seek what really is and forget the many hours spent wondering what could be.
Will you keep my secret?
It's a special surprise.
It's for someone who is holding my heart in his hands.
He knows not who he is.
He has no knowledge of what he does to me.
And oh what he does to me.
It hurts it's so good.
By far he is no amateur.
He understands me like no other.
I know. You wonder if I am so lost in his intoxicating smile
And bedroom eyes.
You think he may have money, position or prestige that makes me flock to his side.
But how would I even know?
I've never met him before.
I have never had my eyes breathe in the sight of his face, his lips, his build or his voice.
Oh, I must confess that it is a torturous pleasure that I keep to myself.
Now, let me not try to fool you.
I know that I have no real love for this man.
How can this exist between hours of never being in his company?
Feelings, they come and go.
But possibilities between an exchange of words are what we share.
He just isn't aware.
So, keep my secret, will you?
I'll tell you one more thing.
The truth is he's at the door and knocking even as I write this.
Will you come with me as I answer the door to my heart?
Afterall, he's completely in my imagination.