Secrets

You giggle hysterically
And I bask
In the afterglow of your titillation
As you meaningfully slow
Finagle secrets into my ear
Which I don’t quite know
What to make of -
They are grim and foreboding
Conquests of a hand of rumour mongering
Assorted truths combined
With horribly delightful anticipations-
Which normally wouldn’t bring me to bother
But now it bothers me that I don’t
Must I now keep
Secrets
Of my own?