Our Secret

Why do you stay in the shadows to watch me?
Is it bad that I want you there?
Or is it worse that I know what you see?
Why do you breathe so heavy?
Is it that you see my skin from the back?
Or is it the feet that attract?
Why is there a strangled moan?
Is it because I glide my fingers in?
Or is it because you want in?
There is only one way this will end.
Mine will be on my hand.
And yours will be on the floor.
Our secret