Through the Sheer Curtains

Through the sheer curtains I can see them, smell them, almost taste them
They break only for a moment coming up for air, to gaze into cat like eye's, to ponder that sultry look
Bodies slick with oils glowing, sliding, fucking with eager breath
The fragrance traces my lips while my tender tongue glides along my teeth
There's a throbbing in between my legs that reminds me I'm human, full of sexual dynamite, longing to be apart of the nameless
I enter the circle becoming part of the overflow, the wild indulgence, the whisper of dirty word's
Bodies worshipping bodies, wine flavoured mouths sucking, feeding on drenched pussies and pulsing cocks
Bound by pleasure, touched by all, giving, receiving, changing from one to another
The sweet smell of jasmine, henna, our sex, drifts through the room
Through the sheer curtains there are no rules hiding in the shadows, here there's only promises of delight