I Do It For You

A knock is heard on her door
And with a smile of expectation
She leads him into the depths of no return.
No finesse, no caresses,
No love lives here.
Listen…
You can hear the pounding of the bedposts
And the squeeking of the springs
As his rampant urge takes control.
You can hear her moans force their way 
Through the paper thin walls,
As they fuck to their hearts content.
They don’t know you are there,
They wouldn’t even care.
Look…
She knows not, that someone is watching
Through the keyhole of adjoining doors,
Legs held high and toes pointing
In ballet dancing style.
His hands and arms held straight
Separating their sweaty bodies.
As his buttocks pound with a constant 
Fall and rise of his pride and joy.
Plundering the silky, moist, depths,
Of her most inner secret place.
Heavy balls swing, at the expectant
And ever approaching emptiness that he craves.
Smile…
At the moans and groans of mixed melodies
Filling the air with the sweet sounds 
Of copulation, orgasms, urge and need.
I Watch their energy drive them on,
I grasp my hardened rod of steel
And empty my balls in synchronised release.
As stiffened buttocks fill his waiting receptacle 
With the same cream that drips,
From the other side of the wooden door.
Breathless…
At the foot of the bed, she smiles
Her politeness, and demeanour
A facade for renewed business
As her hand is raised to the pleasure
Of the sweet feel of crisp, brown, notes
And the satisfied click of a distant door.
Knowing…
A wry smile spreads across her face
And her eyes close and open
With slow, meaningful, contemplation.
She kisses the money and stares
And directs a knowing wink at the keyhole,
As her hand falls to her waiting sex.