Telling

I know something naughty I want to tell you’ It haunts your curiosity until you know too As the words gently enter your ear Quiet, in a whisper, closer you draw near Dazed eyes and slight smile as you start to think Breath shallows as your cheeks turn a rosy soft pink Now that you know and turn to walk away Trying then to find someone else, to hear what you say… Young or old there is a thrill in that naughty verse wanting to tell, is an innocent curse……