Does her husband know
Does he contemplate
Does he feel just like I do
Hear as I do?
Of her woman’s moans
The late night moans
The ones he summons out
Does he know someone enjoys
Enjoys more perhaps
Someone lives for those moans
Don’t bring Miles Davis
Don’t bring BB King
Who are all these people
What do they compare to her moans
Oh does the man know
Does he enjoy as I do
Or he just pumps for the release
Closeness could blind him
To the magic next to him
May be she moans for me
Or for us
It should be for me
Because no other person listens
The moans are directed to me
But does she know it’s me
It’s me in this bedroom
Does she know I am awake
My nights have changed
There’s a new glory to them
There’s a beautiful moaner
She’s taken over them
She decorates them
My candles were on
Two of them
BB King was playing
Or was it Miles Davis
I don’t care to remember
For I switched off all that nonsense
As her moans took me on a journey
From Paris to the beaches in Malaga
Then we found ourselves in Amazon
This woman that has captivated me
From the bedroom across
I long to be the one producing those moans
But maybe like the husband
Would I know
Would I hear
Would I appreciate
They say music is best at the far ends
Where all the sound lands, those last notes,
Piercing through the airs, the winds
And finding the right ear
Her moans were made for me
Why am I the only one who hears
She moans for me
She’s a beautiful moaner
The best of all moaners
Or I can’t wait for the other night
I can’t wait to travel again
Where is she taking me tonight
We could go anywhere
Orbit the sun
Challenge the moon
What a moan
What a woman
She is beautiful
She’s curvy
But these things
They pale down
They can’t touch
Not the helm of her moans
Her moans are another world
A world occupied by her and me
We live in it together
Am afraid she’s cheating on her man
She’s cheating on her with the moans
The man gets the release
I get her beautiful moans
I am the gainer here
I have won
I have won the gift of her moans
All she ever said to me was
Hey
That’s all
One day when I was seated outside
As she strode into her house
In her hawt pants
But now that she moans
I take it that she greets me
Greets me in the nights
In the visible darkness
That’s invisible to the man
She greets me in moans
I know she longs for an answer
She wants to know if I get it
If I have received the greeting
She longs for the reply
But I know she knows
That I know
That we are moaning
She moans my name
A name she knows not
Beautiful moaner
How so lovely
How so becoming
How so entranching
Rhythm of my night
River of my blood
I will drown in her moans
So that I can forever float
I don’t want to swim
I just want to lay there
Floating in her moans
Forgeting all this nonsense
The man can have her
But he doesn’t have her moans
I have them
I hear them
She greets me in them
Oh beautiful moaner
I long
For the night
One more night
One more moan
One more note
One more piano
One more orchestra
An orchestra of moans
She’s the most beautiful
Of moaners
The world knows not
What I have
What I hear
What I know
What I enjoy
Every night, in my bed
In her bed, her husband pounding
Music coming out
They’re performing for me
I have the show
Everyday, for me
Good moans
Special moans
It’s my little secret
It’s our little secret
Her, me, me, her
Wait, her, me, me, her
We know it
One day, I could produce the music
But it matters not
I don’t have to
Her moans, let someone hit the strings
I will lend my ear
My undistracted ear
The world hates us
It could be jealous
Of our moans
Me the listener,
Her the giver
Me the receiver
Her the performer
Beautiful moaner
You came when
When the whole world
Had gone moved their way
Now I enjoy this gift
When is the next full moon
I wonder
What her moans will do
To me on a full moon
With all the stars, lighting the scene
That day, I will go to that same spot
My bedroom window
Tag my ear to the metal
And melt down slowly
To the beautiful moaner
To the moans, to the heavens
She moans people
She really moans…
beautiful moaner
candle of my night
my burner
my drummer
my frequency
Moan for me once more
Moan for me tonight
Moan for me forever
I have been loved
Protected, caressed
By the beauty of her moans
I have gained, he has lost
She greets me in moans
She greets him in words
Who won Who lost
I have won he has lost
The moans belong to me
He can have the waters
I care not
All I have is everything
The beautiful moaner
I have the beautiful moaner
She greets me in moans
She moans to me
You there says the first moan
I approach the same spot
The same window
The same metals
Wave the curtain a bit
Then she proceeds
She puts up the performance
Moan moan moan
Moaning moan Moaning
Moaning Moaning mooooaning
Moooooooannnnniinng
You hear my song
When will night come
Will there be moans today
Will the man have energy
Some more push to pump
To hit it
Will it also rain
So I have everything to me
He pounds, they moan for me
Beautiful moans!