Erotic Poetry - The You They Don't Know [F4M]

An original piece of erotic narrative poetry. The speaker is revealing a side to their male lover 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
placed adoringly over mine has pulled me into
your lap for a fiery kiss, one hand
upon each side of my face tugging me into
the temperate siege of your mouth.
And that those same hands have firmly
planted themselves upon my hind quarters
to illicit surprise and delight
from my throat.

These onlookers smile as your kind arm
props open doors for me, and it makes
my face hot thinking of those same arms
caging me in against our own door;
of one arm pinning my hands above my head,
while your other set of fingers
snake their way
down my quivering belly,
slipping inside the waist band
of my panties and finally
... finally, petting the slick hot folds
between my legs.

They've simply no clue of those
sweet lips placing a chaste kiss
on my forehead
parting to pull a peaked nipple
between them,
or your tongue
pushing past them
to paint its way up along my inner thigh.
They couldn't possibly picture
your mouth pulling at my flesh,
leaving a trail of dark rosebud like labels
or your teeth marking my skin
as your playground.

If only they could hear when your
light speech and humor turn to
husky tones and pleasured breaths that
cause liquid arousal to flood
my very core and
give me goose flesh;
when your every day honeyed words
morph into something more
domineering and dark
that call forth a need in
me to carnally serve.
I can imagine them with crimson cheeks
listening to my 'perfect gentleman'
ordering me to pull out his cock
'if I want it that badly'.
Their own mouths falling open to gasp
when you growl out your need for your
tasty,

little,

cum slut.

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