The secret. It's all a secret. an embellishment upon her laugh and the way she moves her hand, softly, across her hair, her eyes, especially when she's around you. Nothing can remain the same after this. I'm walking down the stairs, it's quiet in the halls and the carpet is muffling my footsteps as if they were words being breathed softly. How can a woman love a man? I'm standing in front front of your door, leaning on the cool wall, and it's scratching my bare arm, my dress is catching it lightly, pulling it up against my leg. I'm making this all happen, I'm waiting for you to walk out side, and see me standing here, sad and tall, hair splayed around my shoulders, framing my face and you'd say: . I can hear the voices muffled through the walls, there's laughter there, and quiet times, and music that flutters through I know it surrounds you in there. It's soft and warm, it cascades from your lips and hands, those songs and your fingers are warm with the movement. Standing here, I'm imagining them on my face, they're tasting of tea and cigarettes, bitter. Your thumb would pull down against my lips and sit to rest on my chin, the most beauty is undecrible which is why we have nothing to say, all kind quiet things, ive decided to change my ways. Aggressive and smart, calmm this time, ill prefer things quiet, old, ill like it all that way. smiling and swallowing words while giving head itll take time to get used to it all. he kisses her on the mouth, words and sound still filtering under the door, im convinced: you're running your hands over my wrists up through to my neck, your mouth is drinking out all of this love from me, and i'm laughing content on the inside of my mind, im finaly laying down at the belly of the beast, the feast has begun on my heart. to be picked apart like raw meat on the bone, she's LAYING there, and moving quietly while you're making love to me. I've never imagined anything so vividly before, it's making believe that you're outside the door, and you can feel her, you know I am there, Waiting with soft scars and loud words, But this time, i promise I won't say a word. Her eyes are closed now, and I'm moving slightly to the sounds from inside, dancing, if that's what you could call it.