Myopic Voyeur

Myopic Voyeur

I watch you,
from behind thick lensed glasses,
worshipping your every move.
Languid at first,
your body becomes rigid
anticipating the approach
of velvet legs
stepping softly to kneel
between yours.

Just out of reach
are the rise of ivory breasts
ascending ebony satin.
In your elegant dance
pleading hands find hips
willing to follow your urgent persuading.

I hear your curses uttered
desperate to control
the napalm of your desire.
I gaze, unknown to you,
as a tongue traces
down the veins of your throat.

Shivering,
you release a strangled, ecstatic sigh.
Bolder now,
ever daring acrobatics
find lips swaddling your stone carved lust.
Rythmic blessings
that mouth bestows
until your growled praises echo the room.

When quite descends, desire cooled,
I see your body limp, exhausted,beautiful...
my myopic fantasy.