I see you lying all along, naked, abandoned to your pleasure, with some stranger that I do not see.
I hear your short breath, irregular, strewn with moans, sometimes sweet as a satisfied smile, sometimes a silence followed by long grunts, sometimes screams as if you can’t take it anymore, as if your pleasure hurts your body and heart.
Your hands are tense, your body is tense, your muscles are tense, I wait for deliverance, but you fall back abruptly. To the rhythm of the sheets, to the whispers of the whispers, I hear that you find your joy in doing good to another, I hear sounds of sucking, hands seeking each other, long and tender kisses.