Loud Enough

I couldn't hear you loud enough,
never quite enough
until the neighbors hear
in grand detail, every inch,

with every thrust a hammerfall
on glowing iron, deeper,
given singing voice
with every high, enraptured moan

you moan into the open window,
titties swaying far
above the garden, nipples
tightened in the evening chill,

until they know who owns your pussy,
owns exclusive rights
to make you scream his name,
and all the names you'll give the children

I am pumping in your blazing womb,
the ecstasy you holler
as your fertile passage
squeezes my expanding cock,

the raucous flood of sperm that knocks
you up and knocks the nearby
neighbors' houses flat:
then I'll say you're loud enough.