When I Hear You Fucking

[Cronus Protagonist]

When I Hear You Fucking

(By Your Neighbor)

I think of strong sexy sailors at sea
Meaty men muscling madly in bunks
Sandwiched like the Earl’s beef
Fucking while others listen intently

I think of little old ladies aged like wine
Sitting sipping, tinkling their teaspoons
In time with your thrusting and thinking
Of times long gone while they pine

I think of you fucking above unaware
Of the boisterous boinking below
Oh, the delicious irony of that thought
Is surely lost on you, altogether bare

I think of rubber coasters, rugs on the floor
That could end the dramatic drum beat
Of lovers lasciviously laboring
Unaware of their inquisitive audience next door

I think of a huge cock and a gaping hole
Of sticky lubricant bottles thrown on the floor
Of damp musty towels soaked with fluids
Tossed aside in the thrust of reaching your goal

I think of you while I masturbate unending
Intently keeping time to the bumping beat
Of the squeaky reverberations ever pumping
From that rusty old bed on which you’re fucking


(c) Mister Hepburn 2007

(posted with permission)