Out of reach

Through parted curtain and glass fog and  misted,

Through I peeped and peeked, my eyes wide with lust, they insisted.

To be the wind that raises that skirt so short to bare your pride.

To be your Lacey fabric that conceal your lips, so wet, I beg to be inside.

To be the skin on your finger that dances on your stage.

To be the man in your diary, penned with filthy detail on every single page.

To be the one that absorbs your orgasm through your fluttering eyes,

To be the one that feels, creates and forces your gasps and sighs.

To view from a distance, to wonder, to linger at your window, you undress without care,

Without thought of me there.

Do you know I'm watching,

Pinned here,

To wait, to stare.

You bend,

I shiver,

I know that shape formed was for me,

Maybe you do know,

Maybe...I'll just wait and see