Getting Acquainted With the Neighbors .... Collaboration with shaman

Our neighbors never stop fucking 
They’re at it again 
They’re driving me wild   
with there love play everyday   
These walls are too thin 
I'm turned on by their sin   
Their voices play games with my body   
I wonder if you feel the way I do   
As I gaze over at you   
I see your eyes burning and at this moment 
and I realize, I burn for you 

Through the plaster cast stucco barrier 
sexual energy feeds desire 
Voices that sing with moaning urgency 
carry easily through flimsy carpentry 
and indirectly tickle appendages 
Fires twist and flirt 
as we paint our bodies with our tongues 
flicking our tips against warm skin 
as a brush would on blank canvas 
Our saliva is the paint 
and with it, we create art 

Such hunger is revealed in this hot moment 
As skin meshes with skin 
the bed becomes the stage 
and you move on top of me easily 
lowering yourself gently 
You touch me with your lips, and I brim with your gift 
Then their gasps break our kisses 
Those fucking neighbors need to cease and desist 
And yet, your hands still stroke my ruffled tress away from my forehead 
And slow rhythm is lost to our delightfully seditious heat 

Hands cup breasts, and she smile in delight 
as he presses his body firmly against hers 
they began to sweat together with a passionate caress 
Each wet brush of their lips against skin tightens his muscle   
As he enters, her voice speaks to him 
in soft salacious tones, “Make me scream for you. Make me cum.” 
He obliges by quickening his pace, causing the bed to creak 
The headboard slams against the wall as he works 
Their embrace catches fire and ignites the silk sheets beneath them 
They hasten their flow as the pairs sound through the night in luscious refrain 


The time for lover’s games has passed 
and gives way to urgent and demanding thrusts of passion 
As I arch my body for your comfort 
and you throw me into ecstasy 
with the strength of your blows 
You leave me screaming and soaking 
in oblivion, again and again 
As you growl my name from the back of your throat 
their moans grow to match our tone 
A commotion of two sets of lovers enthralled   
in sexual ecstasy echoes throughout the place 
But the feel of your hand on my buttocks as you thrust within 
causes their noise to fade into the back ground 
and brings forth waves of pleasure that undo my will 

The neighbors voices grow dim and fade until silence becomes them 
The resounding music of our lustful abandon is deafening 
Wicked tongues lash out and teeth bite in teasing form 
Climax brings about heightened cries of blissful delirium 
Two flows match as one and release together in a fitful outburst 
Ignoring the quieted defeat from those next door 
they surrender to their indulgence 
and with every last breath, let their voices be heard 
across barrier and mortar, brick and wood, all vibrates against their roars 
And like that, immeasurable satisfaction quickly fades as the telephone sounds 
The rings are incessant as he continue pulsing inside of her 
Although her grip on him remains, he reaches for the phone and answers it 
On the other end, a humbled voice speaks 
In congratulatory chuckles and obviously blushing cheeks 
And extends an invitation of participation in tomorrow night’s recreation