Listen....can you hear her song

In the stillness of the night,
I hear a familiar sound,
Soft moans and sighs,
Echoing all around.

My heart skips a beat,
As I recognize the tune,
It's the sound of pleasure,
Coming from her room.

I close my eyes and listen,
To the rhythm of her breath,
As she explores her body,
In the throes of her own depth.

Her fingers dancing,
On her skin so fair,
Her gasps getting louder,
As she loses all care.

I imagine her silhouette,
In the dimly lit room,
Lost in her own world,
As she reaches her own bloom.

The sound of her pleasure,
Fills the air with an electric charge,
And I can't help but feel,
My own desires enlarge.

In that moment, I feel,
Like an intruder in her space,
But I can't resist the temptation,
To stay and embrace.

For in the midst of her ecstasy,
I feel a connection so deep,
As if we are sharing,
A secret that we keep.

And as she reaches her peak,
With a final shudder and sigh,
I am left in awe,
Of the beauty of her cry.

In the stillness of the night,
I lay here in my bed,
Grateful for the privilege,
Of hearing her pleasure spread.

For in that moment,
I feel a tenderness and love,
For the woman in the next room,
Who is a gift from above.