Being, Both Exposed Poem by James McLain

We are the only two people in the world whom knows there secret.
And trust me not to expose and expose it, and yet this very fear of being exposed makes one wary and very nervous.
Ask this knowing of yourself,
is such a one likely to argue with the other of the other under those circumstances?
Is is likely to run up close or come to far away?
Perhaps it's when, then why of course alone is not.
Now here's where I admit to my being, by you surprised.
Making them dress up to go all out,
was the measure none would could see but all would hanging in the open hiding nothing no one finds.
I may never even have contemplated it at all,
even if I'd never feminised the bar at home.
But something every odd has once there when it happened.
I enjoyed having my secretly feminised one about at my side.
I enjoyed this fear of being then found out,
and I enjoyed the way they rarely stray here from my side.
Like a frightened child
and clinging to it and hiding up behind this other's skirt.
It is exciting, is it not arousing?
it is killing one then it is living inside this secret both of us.
And it is thrilling, is it being naughty, not?
The minute we get home we are delivered from ourselves.