Peeking
Surreptitiously moving
As a shadow
Hearts desire
To be observed
Daily in actions
As simple as washing the face
Peeking
Am I pervert?
Or an observer
To understand
What makes you – you
To smell your toothpaste
As you pass by
Not noticing
Me noticing you
Peeking
The open button on your blouse
Exposing the curve of the breast
Flashing back to last night
And you hovering..
Nipple just out of lips reach
A better memory
For remembrance
Peeking
The hint of your ankle
Mirror reflection as I straighten my tie
You not seeing me
Seeing you
In everyday motion
Fluid, perfection
Satisfying
Peeking
At tussled hair
Splayed across my chest
A slight purr
Crosses your lips
Napping
I think you know
I am peeking
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