our secret:

on the fringe of my conscious
toying with my emotions
thoughts i probably shouldn’t be having
of you and me and a bottle of whiskey
fire tumbling down my throat, matching
the fire of your touch on my flesh
i’m shivering because of you
the music’s just too loud and
you’re way too close, this is too hot
thoughts of my tongue on your throat
are making my heart race
i can’t wait to taste you
i only want one kiss, just one kiss
it can be our little secret