Apt. #5

It was a hot summer night

My window was wide open

I heard the people fucking in the apartment above me

Apartment Number Five

I heard them panting

The bed moving and banging

I heard the woman moaning

Short and lengthy little silent screams

I heard the jolts and the pleasures

Through the New York City screen window

I heard him fuck her through the walls and ceilings

Hard pounding at times

I got so turned on

Hearing them fuck

I brought out my collection of porn magazines

I spread them all out

A territory, a shrine of porn

All around lace, leather, and naked nice

I still heard the fucking in Apt. #5

I stroked my own cock

As I heard them fuck

Matching the rhythm

Hearing their moans and penetrations

Wet and hard

Over and over

I penetrated my own clenched fist

And when she orgasmed with an “Ouch”

I came all over myself

My fingers

With hot, sticky, white, flowing cum

© 2000 David Greg Harth

00.06.15.01:00:00 @ 296 NYC