Voyeur

I watch his hand slide,

Slow and conscious, down the front

Of her hot flesh…

The hills and valleys

Of her breasts shiver

At his seductive touch.



I watch his lips part,

Slow and needy, see his tongue

Slip out between, the tip

A hard, moist point

Of need and lust,

Anticipating tastes.



I watch her hips rise,

Swift and hard, up to the

Hand that circles her

Wet center of desire…

Riding insubstantial air

In search of home.



I watch her eyes stare,

Stunned and ready, at the touch

Of knowing fingers on her bead,

Her nexus of delight,

Then close, as eager tongue

Takes on the aching heart.



I watch their bodies join,

At hip and thigh, at breast

And chest, at heart and soul…

Deep thrusts into the well...

Deep welcome, trembling sigh…

Unbearable, the final, sweet release.