The Voyeur

Every night as I walk by I see your open window
and your silhouette inside so mysteriously inviting.
On this night I cannot help myself, for as the wind blows,
I see you standing there and I find it so exciting.

I quietly approach and I see you glance my way.
I stay safely back, hidden in the shadows.
With music in the background, in a sensuous display,
you slowly do a striptease as your remove your clothes.

You lie your naked form, displayed for me to see,
upon the altar of your bed and you hands roam free
in an languorous fashion, touching intimately
the places you respond to as you live your fantasy.

I see the pinkness of your nipple, taut upon your breast.
I hear your cries of pleasure as you pull it tight.
Your hand continues roaming, now upon a quest
to explore your pleasure - passion reigns tonight.

Watching you, as you lie there, I feel myself expand
wanting your sweet touch, but I know my place.
Reaching down, I free myself and hold it in my hand.
It’s almost like you know it from the smile upon your face.

I see you move your fingers. They trail thru darkest hair
and expose your opening, glistening in the light.
You begin to masturbate as if you were unaware
that I am matching rhythms outside in the night.

I hear your cries of pleasure, I watch as your eyes weep
until you reach your zenith, your movements will not cease.
With a final joyful cry, your fingers slide in deep
and as you explode in passion, I too find release.

I know that you’re aware that I’ve seen everything.
You’ve put on a performance before an audience of one.
Now we’ll go our separate ways without acknowledging
the excitement that we felt and the things we’ve done.


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