Dirty Little Secrets

He stood at the corner
hidden in the shadows
watching her hips sway
as she made her way
across the room
and onto the stage.
He observed as the
hungry pack of wolves
stood in the audience
devouring with their eyes
her every curve,
salivating tongues hung
in anticipation
for a taste of her
holding on to every word
that escaped her lips.

He could have felt away,
body tensing up
in instinctual rage
at the sight of others
mentally undressing her
with ravenous eyes
all in violation of
his rightful possession of her,
thinking he saw her first.
He had fallen into a deep trance
the moment he first heard
the sweet sound of her voice
invade his senses,
had given her his last name
the moment their eyes met,
meaning she belonged to him.
Jealous he could have been
because he knew
he could have easily been
one of many
and he didn't have
her undivided attention.
As her eyes scanned those
of the crowd of doting listeners,
she did not find his
in the darkness.

But as her words
slowly slipped passed
her smooth lips
he leaned back in the shades
with a smile
knowing that
although she could not see him,
she could feel her body
heat up under his stare.
He knew that
as she described
the sweet sensation
of a single kiss,
he didn't have to imagine
like they did,
what it felt like
to have her lip pressed
against his,
stealing his breath
rendering him speechless.
As she drew images
in their minds
that left them hard
and craving for her touch,
he didn't need to reach far
to know what it felt like
to have her slick tongue
make his manhood rise.
He knew just how much of him
she could take in her nasty mouth,
how her mouth watered
at the taste of him
licking and sucking
to graciously receive
her prize in the form
of his guttural moans.
Her pussy wetter still
as she knew she was
bringing him closer to the edge.

As she basked
in their rapt attention,
he knew they would
never get to share
in the experience
of what is the sweetest essence
from the fountain of her sex.
He could detect her scent
on stage from where he stood,
knowing as she read those dirty words,
she was making herself hot
and wishing only to be
drinking from her,
fingers dipped deep
as her body shook...
licking his fingers,
savoring every drop
and leaning in for a kiss
as she licked her own juices
from his lips,
sharing in the taste of her.
He licked his lips now
and could still taste her.

He knew
they would never feel
as he did,
her body trembling at his touch,
knew that as vocal
as she was on stage
Her release came
to the music of soft moans,
teeth biting lips,
and her hips rising to his lips
begging him not to stop.

She was theirs
in their minds
only for a moment,
but they will never know
the sensation of
muscles pulsating,
contracting and taking hold
of his erection,
filling her so deep
being so lost inside.
His legs trembled still
as her words brought him back
to memories of her legs
wrapped around his waist,
her juices dripping down
on his thighs
as she road him beyond high.
See, he knew they
would never come
this close to heaven!

This eyes finally met,
the mischievous glare of her eyes
revealing naughty excitement.
She was his
verbal exhibitionist,
finding thrills in the
exposure of their
nocturnal private encounters
like replaying
recordings of their
midnight starring roles
in front of a full audience
in order for them
to even come close
to understanding
love making at its best.
Letting them listen to every moan,
see every position
exposed in her words.

Now...
words done,
their minds still hanging on
to every one.
His mind only on her,
tonight,
and all their dirty little secrets.