Visions of a Voyeur

This silent hunger
dominates me as I,
bask in my sensual solitude.
Creeping in each shadow,
unobserved and forever lurking.

I proudly name myself voyeur
as my eyes feast and gorge,
on the delicate beauties of the night.
My eyes forever sharp,
taking in every sensual curve,
every delightful form.

Many a venture in which I have enjoyed.
I remain in the shadows
always near to the sins of others,
forever watching and forever reveling.

I creep as a shadow
to the bright window,
of the unsuspecting maiden.
I conceal myself as darkness,
my eyes already awaiting.
The sweet sense of excitement,
building up to the climatic crescendo.
As my eyes slowly explore,
the naked sumptuous figure
of my chosen maiden.

I indulge myself in this innocent corruption
as her body begins to move,
beneath the clarot colored water.
She stands proudly displaying her true form.
The crimson clarot
gracefully caresses her bare white skin,
seeming to linger at her most intimate places.
My eyes absorb every detail
of this heavenly maiden;
whose presence forever tempts me
with her luscious delights and depraved techniques.

My excitement grows.
My indulgence shows,
as my breath clings
to the cold pane of glass.

To another window,
I continue this erotic adventure.

She lies in wait
her wrists bound.
Her silk manacles
softly hold her down.

From another shadow
her Incubus appears.
Her face radiates with lust.
He strides to her
with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

He lays above onto her
her eager legs grip his waist.
They both move as one
in their sexual dance.
Her voice grows louder.
As he moves,
solicitously, maliciously,
in his powerful rhythm.
She gasps, he smiles.
Her voice thunders in orgasmic climax.
He gently kisses her softly
on her crimson lips,
And disappears.

She lies on the bed,
content as righteous heaven.

My eyes fulfilled with delight
as I witness pure ecstasy.
My own climax muffled into darkness.
To remain forever lurking
and always witnessing.