I heard you last night.

In the depths of night, as slumber's hold took hold,
I lay in bed, my senses keen and bold.
Through walls that whispered secrets, I could hear,
Sounds that ignited passions, drawing near.

Your moans of pleasure, soft and sweet,
Whispered tales of ecstasy, a tantalizing treat.
Whimpers escaped, like whispers in the night,
As headboard met the wall, with rhythmic might.

I heard you strive for silence, your voice subdued,
But passion's fire burned brightly, untethered and crude.
Your cries crescendoed, reaching fever's peak,
A symphony of pleasure, my heart began to seek.

As your climax surged, a wave of ecstasy,
My own desires sparked, a secret symphony.
In that moment shared, through walls so thin,
Our bodies trembled, as pleasure surged within.

Your moans and whispers, a siren's call,
Awakened something primal, answering my thrall.
Masturbation's solace, a forbidden delight,
As our solitary journeys intertwined in the night.

Through walls that whispered, our passions entwined,
A symphony of pleasure, forever enshrined.
I may not know your face, or hear your name,
But in the depths of night, our souls became one and the same.