The Watcher

Watching you watching your own reflection

Becoming one with shadows to avoid detection

Envious wanting to be object of your affection

But it would be a felony not observe this sensual lesson

So eagerly I sit back and attentively observe

As your hand slowly glides along your delectable curves

Taking its time admiring every inch of your voluptuous frame

The way your body trembles from each touch drives me insane

I imagine following the same path with my tongue

Anticipating the moment it and your love button becomes one

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as a finger circles your areola

Your nipple stiffens just like my purple headed solider

I want you so bad yet still I want to see the finish of the show

Little by little your hand descends towards your divine meadow

Gliding over your mound before parting your delicious divide

Your finger glistening with your juices as it emerges from inside

Your moans play a beautiful melody for my ears

Indicating that your climax is ever so near

I can’t take it anymore I need to taste and feel your skin

As you cry out in ecstasy, I walk in…