Voyeur

"Voyeur"

I saw that look in your eyes as you took her in your arms- Playful passion? Simple lust? Or was it a display of raw power; your inherent greed?

I saw the muscles in your jaw tense as you ran your hand down to the small of her back and then slip down, inside-
her softness in your firm grip.

I watched as you swirled your tongue between her breasts up to her neck, sucking in her sweat, softly flicking your way-then, finishing the sensual bath with your lips wrapping her lobe in warm whispers.

I wanted my hands raising your shirt, caressing your chest, feeling your heat.
I wanted your breath across my back.

I wanted it to be me you pulled close to your hips.
I wanted it to be me you pushed against.

If only those were my fingertips tracing your lips, my legs wrapping around you, my nails etching your back.

If only it was my sweetness on your lips.
My passion captivating you.
My pleasure you perceived.

Those were my eyes you felt over your shoulder.
Those were my words floating above your head.

My breath stained the window from which I watched- Outside.
My fingerprints pressed onto the glass.
My pounding heart beating against the pane

I can see you as my tears well -
I call you as my throat closes.

I wanted to be inside.

I wanted you to be inside me.