Voyeuristic Reverie

In a room, dimly lit and warm,
A woman watches, her eyes aflame.
A man, lost in his own desire,
Unaware of the spectacle he's creating.

She sees him touch himself,
A primal act of self-pleasure.
Her heart beats faster,
As she imagines his touch on her skin.

"I want that cock," she whispers,
A desire burning deep within.
Her eyes locked on his every move,
She yearns for the connection they'd share.

"Imagine fucking me," she says,
Her voice low and seductive.
The words hang in the air,
Fueling the fire of their unspoken lust.

He feels her gaze, intense and bold,
His body responds to her unspoken plea.
His hands move faster,
As he imagines her beneath him.

She continues to urge him on,
"Imagine it, imagine it," she moans.
Her breath quickens, her body trembles,
As she envisions their union.

The room fills with anticipation,
Their hearts beating in sync.
He nears his climax, his breaths shallow,
His eyes locked on her, his muse.

"I want you to imagine fucking me,"
She repeats, her voice hoarse with desire.
He can't resist any longer,
His release imminent, inevitable.

Cum spattering across his chest,
A testament to the passion they share.
In this moment, their connection is real,
Bound by the raw power of their desires.

Though this encounter is but a dream,
It leaves them both wanting more.
For in this moment of pure fantasy,
They found a piece of themselves they didn't know.