_____ by Rebecca Straight

i had a dream
that we were living
in my old house
and you were in the bathroom
showering....
i noticed how you left
the bathroom door open
for me to watch you
soap your self up with foam...
i tried to resist watching
so as to not be so intrusive
but your frame captured me
and mesmerized me
the honey suckle of your hips
the curve of your pouting lower lips
and the creamy white substance
on your breasts
that dripped and drizzled
down to your navel
and into the sweet black garden
in-between your inner thighs,
your enjoyment and self indulgence
at my voyeristic behavior
made me aroused
wetter than you in the shower
even whilst i am writing this poem...
.
Copyright © 2000. Used by permission of author. All Rights Reserved.