My, ' Your To Many Secrets Poem by James McLain

We are the only two people in the world who know the secret.
And trust me not to expose and expose if it,
and yet this very fear of being exposed makes one wary and very hungry nervous.
Ask this of yourself, is such a likely one to argue with the other of the other under those circumstances?
Is is likely to run up close or far away?
Perhaps when then or come of course then not.
Now here's is where I admit to being surprised.
Making them dress up to go out was a the measure none couls see but all would find.
I may never have contemplated it at all even if I'd never feminised the bar at home.
But something every odd when raised it happened.
I enjoyed having my secretly feminised one there by my side.
I enjoyed this fear of being then found out
and I enjoyed the way they rarely stray from my side.
Like a frightened child
and clinging to and hiding behind this other's skirt.
It's exciting, it's arousing, it's killing us, it's even thrilling.
The minute we get home some were delivered from relief.