Erotic PoetryOutside My WindowBarely making visible her image
Outside her window I stood and watched
Eroticism skillfully played out before my hungry eyes
Her face was different
She was crying
I could not tell
Was she said or was she happy
She was lying across her bed
Her head toward the foot
Her tanned skin bare upon crisp white linen
At first she was very still
As if her mind was far away
I watched and I waited so intrigued
She wiped tears from her face
Slowly she raised graceful legs
Placing them on a large wood headboard
She lifted her body off the bed
Positioning pillows carefully beneath her hips
I watched her hands cup her breasts
Her legs slowly parted
This window became my screen to this beautiful play
My own need stirring at this site
Envisioning her hands as mine
Her bed holding us both
I held my breath as she drew her hand slowly
Across her abdomen
The other still on her breast
I could see her stomach
Moving with increasingly deep breathes
It was almost as if she could hear me
I in my silence whispered to her
I longed to be the one to touch her
I saw her body begin to shift about
Her head begin to move slowly from side to side
It was when I saw her hand move slowly
down
That I felt as if I had kissed her
And tasted where she touched
Her hands seemed to explore so gracefully
Her hips would slightly rise and lower again
Her feet spread wider
Braced against the wood
Her hand moved a little faster
Hypnotic circles pressed against her with tiny fingers
Her body curving as if floating on waves
I could hear soft sounds
To faint to understand
Covered by the pounding of my heart
Her legs now lifted
Her knees drawn back
She became totally entranced in her pleasure
As was I in mine
Her beauty opened and revealed
As her hands danced expertly
Commanding perfect timing
Her voice musical
Now where I could hear
Notes pleasurable
Stimulating to my ears
Unfolded before me a vision
On the other side of a window
Her body stretched before my eyes
A hint of moisture upon her skin
Illuminated by moon glow
Her head turned facing me
Her eyes are closed
I watch her face
Release has blessed her body
A reflection seen in the glass
Of one who had just held her
Brushing kisses across her lips
Whos hands had found her warmth
Was seen
The reflection I saw was me
Longing for her now
Standing
Wanting
Needing
Replaying visions seen
Standing
Outside her window
I wonder with her eyes closed
Does she see me
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