Voyeur

Strip stockings off my calves

Run liquid gold against the supple skin of my thighs

Firm feet heeled, heel-less, press, pattering

Firm against the cold paneled floor

Fingers touch these chiffon folds

Bunch them up, admire their make

Golden threads of golden flowers

Dragon vines that wind up, up,

Up around my mistletoed neck

Black layers, rustling dress

I have adorned up for you

Pull the sheers close, shut out the night

Tear away the satin drapes, for your hungry eyes

Off, off,

Rip it off my body, wrap me up coarsely

In your silk, your lace,

Your Egyptian cotton

Cover me up and dress me down

Take my shadow for a dance in the guilty light

Open my lips, arch my back

Puppeteer my silhouette until you can mold, mold

Hold these giving curves,

And frame me, in your secretive dark

Pressed against the window

My naked breasts against the chill

Soft swells swaying like golden bells

Cup my mounds, hold them,

Worship them as you do

And touch me, stroke me, seize me

Until you can throw my mystery against the glimmering sheets

Let me burn my candlelight into oil

In the red lights, car lights, star lights

My city spotlight

Make love to me as only you can do