Peeping Tom

MARCH 27, 2000
PEEPING TOM

I saw her through her bedroom window;
She knew not I was there
I hid within the leaves of trees
As she gently brushed her hair
I suffered sweet adrenaline
For fear of being found,
That her liquid eyes would see my shape
Or that her ears might hear a sound

I watched with such excitement
In the shadows of the moon
As she stood from where she sat
And moved throughout the room
I loved the way she touched herself,
Her skin that she caressed…
The dancing of her fingertips
As she began to get undressed
I held my breath in wonder
At the beauty of her body,
At her curves so soft and tender:
A design that makes one naughty
I felt an ache inside my pants
At the sight of cotton panties
Because I knew what hid beneath:
My favorite kind of candy!
I watched as she undid her bra;
My mouth grew wet with wanting
Her breasts exposed, she turned to me,
As if to tease and taunt me

Could she know that I was there?
Did she feel my presence?
Could she hear my rushing blood,
Did my lust she sense?

Such angelic beauty
As she leaned upon the sill
And looked into the sky above
While I tried to sit so still
The pounding of my beating heart
Seemed the only sound;
She stood there for the longest time
Before she looked around
She didn’t seem to care who saw-
In her eyes I see she knows:
That I am here, watching her,
So naked and unclothed

She whispered to the nighttime air,
“ Please, come to the light,
so I can see your watching face-
there’s no need to hide. ”

I felt a little dizzy
And confused by what to do.
Should I answer, as she asks,
Or leave her just a clue?

My adrenaline began to surge
And I felt a sudden fear
That she wouldn’t like what she saw,
Yet to her voice I neared
There seemed a twinkle in her eyes
When I came into her sight
There seemed an avid interest
On this fateful summer night

“ I like it that you like to watch-
won’t you come inside?
I think that we could have some fun
If you wouldn’t hide. ”

Carefully she helped me in
And whispered, “ I’ve been waiting. ”
She took my hand and smiled at me,
Her invitation for the taking.
Her fiery eyes bore into mine,
My thoughts of hardcore sex
She licked her lips and came to me,
I could smell her sweet soft scent
She asked if I would touch her now,
So I lightly cupped her breast
She released a faint, most gentle sigh
And my heart thumped through my chest
Her pretty face was pink and flushed,
Her skin like watered satin,
I kissed her throat and pulled her close…
I’ve never felt such passion!

And as my mouth found hers to meet,
I heard a sudden noise
That woke me from my sweet reverie:
An angry female voice!

I realized that I still sat there,
Within the leaves of trees,
And as she yelled from in her room,
I knew I had been seen
I hurried from my perch up high
To the safety of the ground
And began a sprint across the street
For fear of being found…
I felt a need to stop and turn
To the scene of my delight;
To see her looking through her window
At her voyeur in the night