The world is still moving around you—
people walking,
talking,
laughing,
oblivious—

While between us…
something else is happening.

Something no one else sees.
Something only we know.

Yes…
you can sit here.

You can look calm.
You can smile politely.

And yet…
you can’t deny
what your body feels,
can you?

Because I’ve already found my way
into your thoughts—

Not to take control…
but to whisper a shared secret.

So you nod.
You breathe.
You play the part.

And underneath…
a tremor begins.

Just breathe.
In… and out…
and try to keep your face neutral.

You feel it—
that heat pooling deep inside you,
a slow, gentle burn…

Thighs pressing together,
as if they could hold it back.

Each inhale
draws the secret closer.
Each exhale
tries to hide it.

But your lips tremble
when you do.

And isn’t it strange…
how pretending to be normal
makes every pulse of pleasure
feel stronger?

Look around you.

No one knows.

The couple at the next table.
The stranger on his phone.
The barista calling names.

They have no idea
that you’re sitting here…

Soaking
in a feeling
that is ours alone.

Your pulse flutters like wings
between your legs.

Only I see.
Only I know.

And that makes it more thrilling,
doesn’t it?

The secret
we hold
in plain sight.

My gaze finds yours.
And you know
what that means.

You feel it—
that invisible touch,
a weight sliding down your body,
tugging
at every hidden layer.

Your clothes feel suddenly
too heavy…
too hot…
too wrong.

You imagine them peeling away
under my stare—
and the thought alone
makes your nipples harden…
aching to show
through the fabric.

You sit straighter,
hoping no one notices.

And in that silent hope…
you feel the ache double.

Just breathe.
And let the first wave
crest.

You can keep still on the outside,
yes…
you can.

But inside…
you are breaking.

Your hips twitch against the chair.
Your core tightens.
A slickness spreads—
until you’re certain
that if anyone looked closely enough…
they would know.

And that thought—
the risk—
the thrill—
pushes you harder.

Until you’re coming
silently,
face calm,
legs trembling,

A perfect
secret orgasm
in the middle
of the world.

And isn’t it strange—
that the moment you think it’s over…
another wave
begins
to build?

Like a tide
that never stops.
Like lightning
striking twice.

Because it is.

Because just breathing
means your body trusts me.

And my gaze
means you want to be known.
To be exposed.
To be taken apart,
piece
by
piece.

Even here.
Especially here.

And the more you try to resist…
the more the loops tangle.

Am I making you imagine this?
Or are we creating it
together?

Are you hiding your climax?
Or has someone already noticed
the way you blush?

Are you safe in your secret?
Or is it leaking
through your every gesture?

You can’t tell.
And not knowing
makes you burn
even hotter.

Just breathe.
And let it happen
again.
And again.
And again.

Until you know
this truth:

You don’t want to escape me.
You want to be found
by me.

Because this poem
doesn’t end.

It stays inside you.

So every stranger’s gaze
becomes a mirror
of my gaze.

Every shallow breath
becomes a shared moment.

Every time you try
to be normal…
you remember this feeling.

It is ours in secret.
Ours in public.
Ours forever.

And isn’t that
what you wanted
all along?

Not to hide.
Not to resist.

But to surrender—

Anywhere.
Everywhere.
Always.

To something
that is truly
ours.

So, love…

just breathe.

 

You remembered to breathe… but something changed.