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Jul 2013
It's late at night and she's all alone
Except for me, her secret admirer, watching her every move, through a window outside her home

She turns on some music, dances **** and slow
The best part of my day,I sit back and enjoy the show

I watch her undress and get ready for bed
She wants me to join her, she needs me to join her
Thoughts that race through my head

Her body calls out to me, my heart beats slow
One day she'll know how I feel. This, I certainly know

Infected with lust, drunk with passion
Tired of watching, time for action

With the best intentions, I approach her door
Nerves prevent me from knocking. I turn around, I can take, no more.

Next time I'll go through with it, I wont let fear stop me
I think I can, I know I can, I will, wait and see.

Until next time, it's back to the shadows, even in darkness does her beauty glow

Her Watchman forever, looking through.......her Bedroom Window
Maven
Written by
Maven  Houston
(Houston)   
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