The Giveaway

The sounds
they give me away
They are the auditory embodiment
of the dirty thoughts in my head
They sneak up on me
the tiny sighs
At times inopportune
At moments in the day
when the rein I keep
On random wickedness
or delicious memories loosens
A single lewd thought
or flash of filth generates a
tiny
involuntary
spontaneous
whimper
A small kitten mewl
A barely perceptible squeak
that could easily be mistaken
for the pain
of a bruise pressed
compressed
suppressed
pleasure moan won’t be contained
The thought becomes a sensation and a sound
Emitted transmitted sound travels
Splitting
one half descending deep
a sweet ping on arrival
kindles a warm twinge of delight
The other travels forward, outward
to a listening world.