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THOSE SOUNDS
She screams, damn she screams
She mourns deep and loud
She groans wild
She screams, damn she screams
And her voice is full of satisfaction
Her soul is possessed by ecstasy
Of both the drug
And the love
And the drips of her juices
Staining his sheets
And the penetration of his cock
Hitting the right spot
"Ohhh, yes baby, Oh yes"
"Shhh, you'll wake up the dead"
"Ohhh, baby you doing things to me"
"Shhh, please, you'll end our fun too soon"
Ecstasy
And then the screams again
Of love
Of happiness
Of togetherness
Of faithfulness
Of wildness
She loves him, she declares
He loves her too, he affirms
Her heart captured by pure words
Of the moment
She is in love
He is also in love
And as I listen, stiff still, I am filled with envy
Not of the words they share
Neither the love they make
Yet of the genuineness of it all
Their words sharing their meaning
So this is what they call making love!
Being in love!
Sharing love!
Making the right sounds!
(Unfortunately, I was "the dead". Supposedly sleeping on the floor, except I wasn't asleep at all)
She mourns deep and loud
She groans wild
She screams, damn she screams
And her voice is full of satisfaction
Her soul is possessed by ecstasy
Of both the drug
And the love
And the drips of her juices
Staining his sheets
And the penetration of his cock
Hitting the right spot
"Ohhh, yes baby, Oh yes"
"Shhh, you'll wake up the dead"
"Ohhh, baby you doing things to me"
"Shhh, please, you'll end our fun too soon"
Ecstasy
And then the screams again
Of love
Of happiness
Of togetherness
Of faithfulness
Of wildness
She loves him, she declares
He loves her too, he affirms
Her heart captured by pure words
Of the moment
She is in love
He is also in love
And as I listen, stiff still, I am filled with envy
Not of the words they share
Neither the love they make
Yet of the genuineness of it all
Their words sharing their meaning
So this is what they call making love!
Being in love!
Sharing love!
Making the right sounds!
(Unfortunately, I was "the dead". Supposedly sleeping on the floor, except I wasn't asleep at all)
Published 2nd Oct 2019
| Edited 17th Oct 2019
Author's Note
I slept drunk last night at a friend's place. I was sloshed, wasted, game down, hhhhh.
I woke up this morning at 3 am (as it is the norm for me to wake up that early), I was in a friends room, sleeping on the floor and my friend was up on his bed and apparently with a woman. Shit. So I'm lying there, FULLY AWAKE, and unfortunately, I can't shut my ears from what I was hearing and I couldn't just rise from the floor as people are busy in their room, that would be plain rude, so I listened to those moans. I was angry at their inconsideration and I expressed my anger firmly in the morning when we all sat for breakfast.
I woke up this morning at 3 am (as it is the norm for me to wake up that early), I was in a friends room, sleeping on the floor and my friend was up on his bed and apparently with a woman. Shit. So I'm lying there, FULLY AWAKE, and unfortunately, I can't shut my ears from what I was hearing and I couldn't just rise from the floor as people are busy in their room, that would be plain rude, so I listened to those moans. I was angry at their inconsideration and I expressed my anger firmly in the morning when we all sat for breakfast.
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