Voyeurism

The walls shiver as I moan.

They've heard this a million times.

They relish in it -

The screams, the sighs, the gasps.

They taste the salt in the air from our sweaty skin and damp hair.

They feel the heat -

The passion, the lust.

His green eyes,

My nails dragging across his spine,

Our warm lips kissing every inch of each other.

These voyeuristic walls drink it all in.

They love to watch me shiver and writhe.

They love to hear my pain and pleasure at the same time.

They love to see his sinewy arms around me.

They love the taste of the thick, damp air.

They love to feel the bedpost banging against them.

I love the thought of my walls watching us move together.

I put on an erotic show for them.

I arch my back and curl my toes.

I squeal and pant and grab a handful of his hair.

I show off -

My breasts, my freckled skin, my man.

I love to feel the envy radiating off my walls.

They wish they could feel him.

They wish they could feel this.

They want to come closer...

Closer...

'Til they're almost there...

Almost there...

Oh. My. God.