A vision from a study window.
My study in fact.
You stand there peeling your clothes.
As if blissfully unaware.
You know not I am watching you.
My eyes cannot become averted.
I'm sure, if you knew I was watching you.
You may well draw your blinds.
Maybe turn off your bedroom light.
I do not know you.
I never will.
If I saw you in the street.
I'd shyly beat rapid retreat.
Blushing to the roots of my hair.
But I don't know you and I don't care.
But then again.
I stop and think.
If I can see you, can you see me?
You are young, tanned, shapely.
All man.
Me I am woman.
Older than you.
By no means elderly.
No *** goddess.
Not bad looking.
You, you're probably thirty.
Me, the older woman, who is thinking *****.
(c) Livvi