Through Glass Windows

Through Glass Windows

I watch eagle eyed as you enter your bedroom
The show about to begin
Each day the same routine
Return home
Upstairs
Change

Without a care you quickly remove your top and gaze at yourself in the mirror
Examining your young and beautiful form
You run your hands over your breasts restrained in white bra
Swaying your body from side to side
Admiring perfection

Each day I stand at my window in anticipation of the show
Waiting to catch yet another glimpse
Wondering why you never draw the curtains
I try to tell myself that it’s down to blind innocence
That you are simply not aware of just how much I can see
Yet deep down I know this is not the case
Too many times you have stared right back at me
Posed to allow that perfect view
Yet still pretended as if I wasn’t there
It is clear you enjoy the desire
To be watched turns you on

You move on from your soft breast caress
As slowly you lower your skirt
Seductively swaying your hips
In a manner and rhythm fitting of a seedy nightclub dance
Your hands sliding and your body bending to ensure that each day
I see just a little more
Ruthlessly teasing

As you stand in your underwear
Once again you pose
Exchanging careless glances in my direction
As if to gain a mark of my approval
Until that coyful smile

As I watch on the stiffening in my pants intensifies
As I can’t help but imagine what it would be like
To touch you
Caress you
Fuck…

You perch on the edge of your bed
Lifting your long sexy legs
One at a time you run your hands slowly over your tights
Pointing your toes
With casual shy movements towards your inner thigh
As you clearly serve to turn yourself on
Until eventually and sensually you slowly roll them free

In a move to end the show you stand and approach the window
And like so many times before
Grant me that moment's flash
As you unclip your bra
Before swiftly closing the curtains on today’s performance

I step back to my bed exhausted and breathless
A feeling I’ve learned to crave
For several moments I lie back and wonder
Dreaming of what it would be like
Until disturbed by the invasive ring of the doorbell

Quickly I jump to my feet heading straight downstairs to open the door
As I fling it open I’m stunned
As before me stands you
My desire
Clothed in a long warm coat and black knee high boots
You smile
Throwing your head back to swirl your hair you speak
‘Did you enjoy the show?’
Mouth open
Unable to answer I simply nod
‘I’m glad’
With that you open your coat to reveal your near naked form
‘Fuck me’





If you enjoyed this poem and would like to read more of my work I currently have two books available that can be obtained through the links below.

Velvet Death – The Dark Poetry Anthology
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Velvet Paradox – The 2nd Dark Poetry Anthology
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