Games

A soft smile,

Fluttering eyelashes.

Secrets kept

Behind sparkling white teeth.

I know something he doesn't

So he could try to work his way into me,

But it will never happen.

"What would you like?"

He whispers softly in my ear,

As if ready to ravish me,

The moment we step off the plane.

I giggle softly in reply

And whisper,

"Anything you like.

Just ensure that no one finds out."

He then places his hand on my thigh

And brings it up slowly,

It feels weird.

Disgusting even.

I say nothing to this and keep the dopey smile.

Secrets are kept behind giggles.

Truths are withheld from the prosecuted.

"Humiliation," I say.

"So you like humiliation," he questions.

"I knew there was something I liked about you."

"Public humiliation," I tell him.

"It really helps me get off."

I laugh as I say this

Because I know something he doesn't.

It's like a game to the both of us,

But I know I'll be the one

Triumphant.