Noises Off

I wonder why some men will never note  
The sounds a woman makes when she's aroused?  
I'm quiet, save for sucking, when sir's housed  
His cock between my lips, so he can float  
His hardness in and out and down my throat;  
Should he not wish to fill me, he's espoused  
The silence as this turgid prick I've mouthed  
Is pulled away, so he can splash and coat  
My face and, perhaps, breasts; let him excite  
Me further with his fingers, then he'll hear  
The passion that I feel with every round  
Of teasing by his digits - he'll delight  
My clitoris and make it swell to steer  
My pleasure that he notes in every sound.