An Audience

Within the darkness of your room...
A breeze blows gently in the night...
The through the open window...
Warm and humid, from left to right...
You’re lost in slumber
Deep in sleep...
In the shadows, I watch you there...
And then inward i creep...
You stir a moment...
And give me pause...
You touch yourself...
To my internal applause...
I watch you caress yourself
Fingers glide over skin......
Exploring your body...
Releasing the demon within...
Writhing in pleasure...
As your fingers seek more...
Sheets outline your body...
As you pound on the door...
Of pleasure and release...
Your digits do dance...
I’d help you find succor...
Given half a chance...
Moaning so softly...
You touch now you core...
The big O is coming...
Can you feel it baby, do you know the score...
You’re eyes now do open...
So wide and quite clear...
Touch yourself baby...
Find release my dear...
You scream now in passion...
Singular, alone...
Oh it’s quite powerful...
Setting a tone...
You eyes do now close...
(She’s not seen me yet...)
Her hands they do linger...
Her pussy she does pet...
And after all that ...
Her breathing subsides...
Now dare I to reveal...
I’m here by her side...



Phoebus
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