Through the key hole

Moans drifting down the hall
beckon me from my bed
I can't seem to resist the call
by its rapture I am lead

I know what I do is wrong
I smile at the thought
The hallway seems so dark and long
Someday I'll get caught

Following the sounds on silent feet
They lead me to a door
My guilty pleasure fills me with heat
A witness I'll be once more

I kneel carefully to the ground
Cold tile greets my skin
Trying not to make a sound
as I lean to peer within

There is a hole beneath the handle
where a key should be
the room beyond is lit by candle
revealing it to me

The scene unfolds before my eye
its beautiful to behold
She, buxom with silken thigh
He, robust and bold

His face first hidden from my sight
between trembling legs of cream.
Her fingers in his hair gripping tight
From her mouth a passionate scream

He slowly rises from her hips
his chin slick and wet
A knowing smile upon his lips
her body covered in sweat

He lifts her hips from the sheet
and aims straight for her core
One swift stroke and he's in deep
she screams and begs for more

The rooms alive with unbridled lust
almost more then I can bear
My body reacts to every thrust
as if I were lying there

My nethers clench and weep with need
aching for his touch
with a deep moan he spills his seed
the sight I crave so much

I slowly rise on trembling limb
and head back down the hall
My mind filled with thoughts of him
and the next time I'll hear the call