And if you buy this..I have a bridge to sell you....

I wasn’t going to tell anyone
Meant to go to my grave
With this secret of mine
Didn’t figure there was a reason
For anyone to share something
So personal and traumatic for me
Why should I lay myself out like this
Tell about the horrors I go thru
The chills ahead of time and
The shakes afterward, the pain
Of knowing I’m a coward, yellow
Insecure, scared …here it is
I’m going to tell.. I can’t keep it in
One minute longer…can’t hide
This horrible truth any longer
The thing is------ I’m shy
There it is, the truth, I am incurably
Unromantically, irreversibly shy
And writing erotic poetry is scary
And intense and a horror of
Honest to god stage fright every time
There I told you all, its out in the open
Now you know..every time I say f***
My face turns red
Every time I write about wet thighs
And erect nipples, I’m cringing inside
In intense embarrassment, to even mention
Masturbation frightens me to death
But I want you all to know
I’m fighting to over come it
One step at a time
One erect nipple at a time
One discussed orgasm at a time
I am becoming a free woman

Just wanted to share that
Just that
I’m shy