Alone, you thought, but not the case,
By chance I see you in the hot
Throes of your hands on honey pot.
The ecstasy lights your lovely face,
Body quaking as you touch the place
Where pleasure focuses in one spot.
My eyes transfixed, all else forgot,
As your fingers continue their labial trace.
Your moans hide my lack of poise
And racing heart from sensual rush.
To you or out, where do I go?
But now I dare not make a noise....
My hand's betrayed me, I feel the gush.
I've cum with you, but did not know.