Do you get tired of keeping the secret?
My fatigue is growing.
It was not a choice I made.
It was not a decision thought out and researched.
It is simply who I am.
A passionate, romantic, soulful submissive
The world meets a strong, professional, happy woman,
Smart, purposeful, opinionated and confident
Maggie is tucked quietly away
Living with the aching, craving need
It is too dangerous to reveal my secret
I would be judged, giggled about, mocked by some, scorned by others
And certainly misunderstood
My facade would be shattered
Though my facade isn’t a facade at all
I am exactly who I appear to be
And so is Maggie
Yesterday I happened to chat to a stranger
A friendly, warm, attractive man
He paused, mid-sentence
Tilting his head to one side
“I don’t mean to be forward, but your eyes. There’s something in your eyes.”
I felt my face flush.
Was he seeing Maggie?
Did he spy her longing unmet hunger?
The moment still haunts me
Keeping the secret is burdensome
Because I carry it alone…