Erotic Poetry - The You They Don't Know [M4F]

An original piece of erotic narrative poetry. The speaker is revealing a side to their lady love that the rest of the world doesn't get to see.

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The You They Don't Know

You know,

I love the 'you'
they don't know.

I've a fondness for when you walk with me in
the public's eye, we stroll, hand in hand.
I see them see us, I see
their amusement and sometimes jealousy
and I *love*
that they have no idea...

They've no idea the hand
clinging adoringly to mine
has guided my own along the curves
of your body needily so,
And that those same delicate hands have
hungrily tugged at the cotton of
my clothes only just a
few inches inside our front door,
drawing shock and a quickly matching passion
from my masculine frame.

These onlookers smile while your kind arms
encircle my neck and hug my waist cutely,
and it makes my blood run hot
thinking of those same arms crisscrossing your
torso, giving my eyes a feast of your lusty disposition;
of one hand flexing upon my chest, pressing my back
into the mattress below us, while
your other set of fingers is caressing my
hard length between us, pulling me
to your slick entrance and finally,
...finally feeling your palm resting flush to
my middle as your scorching walls
sheathe my steel completely.

They simply couldn't fathom those
darling lips wide with
affectionate grin parting to
permit your teeth to drag
the flesh of my shoulder,
or that warm, wet velvet rose
of a tongue pushing past them
to massage the insides of my mouth.
They couldn't possibly envision
your mouth sucking at the meat
of my wrist as I cup your face
hovering at my lap,
your eyes sparkling with rapture as
your hot breath showers my manhood
rendering chills along my spine.

If only they could listen to your
dulcet tones and airy giggles spiral
into the desperate whimpers and
yearnful purrs that grate the
nerves of my anatomy into
something primal and base.
Their jaws might absolutely drop
to hear such
a lady, respectable and sweet,
begging,
so greedily pleading to
be fucked relentlessly.
Blush might anoint their faces
and necks as you hold my hand
to your own throat and moan in ecstasy,
demanding that I 'make
you cum' all over my cock
and your screams
reach my ears as
I do

just

that.


Oh,
how I love the 'you'
they don't know.
I love the 'you'
that only I
get to.