The Secret Audience

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The sunlight streams on woodland floor,

I hear you enter in.

I've seen you here with her before,

and something stirs within.

I move in for a better view,

and hide behind a tree.

And as you hold her close to you,

I wish it could be me.

Her whimpers speak of just how much

each soft caress is felt.

She trembles at your reverent touch,

and deep inside I melt.

And as your fingers take her higher,

her voice begins to quiver.

My body, filling with desire,

cannot supress a shiver.

My knees begin to buckle under,

I ache with jealousy.

Her every sound makes me to wonder,

-would you do that for me?

Her cries at fever pitch release,

and sing to me the score.

My longings for your touch increase,

'till I can take no more...

And so I flee back thru the trees,

while staying out of sight.

Her cries grow fainter on the breeze,

sun fades into twilight.

But your Secret Audience will return,

to vigil once again...

I can't resist to watch you learn to play your mandolin.