Arousal, breaking out into a sweat from trying to hold back waves of desire.
Anxiety of the unknown building from wanting so badly to turn around and see.
Trying to push myself closer to you, closer to each smack, bite, lick and thrust.
Tears running down my face. Begging for more through your hand covering my mouth.
Only muffled cries resonate in the men’s room, drowned out by the thud of the dance music.
No one can hear me scream.