My Lush Secret

Where do I start explaining my secret, in this Lush world of nonjudgmental desires? Why do I fear letting it known?  Oh god, here I go…


Finding my favorite spot 

All nestled in bed 

Collecting my MacBook 

And logging in 


Searching the forums 

For entertaining banter 

Finding a sweet friend 

Having a moment encounter 


We send little messages 

Hugs and kisses too

It’s a fun distraction 

When there’s not much to do


But that’s not my naughty secret 

I am still unsure 

How do I explain it 

And not sound like a raunchy whore


I look for a couple of favorites 

Not just the typical guys 

I have a favorite lady or two 

Sometimes I think I’m Lush bi 


Is that even a thing

Or am I simply bisexual 

I’m not sure… because

For me this is unusual 


But I can’t help it 

Sometimes I feel a tingle 

When I talk to some 

I forget I’m not single 


I imagine the greatest smile

On their lovely faces 

And I want to touch them 

In intimate places 


Yet I never flirt privately 

When we sometimes talk  

I respect my marriage 

And keep my secrets locked


Now my face is red

And I feel so exposed 

But here I am today 

Letting it all known


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