The street is quiet other than a insistent
pecking noise coming from the rooftop

**** bird...

He slipped in ever so quietly,
through an unlocked rear door.
pausing just in time,
as to not stumble over a toy fire engine...

He stopped just inside her bedroom door
just for a minute...oh how he loved the sound of the rain,
as it danced on the tin roof...

Then he saw her
just enough moonlight peeking through the window,
to see the outline of her beautiful form under the thin sheet.

He watched with passion in his eyes,
as her ample ******* heaved with every breath.
he moved closer to the edge of the bed,
he could see the goose bumps rise on her olive skin
as the early July breeze demanded attention...

He knelt at her side, she stirred Just a bit,
he pulled the sheet up past her waist to comfort her.
her long brunette locks spilling over the bedside
kissing the floor...

He had all the admiration and respect in the
world for the beauty that lay before him,
knowing she would never betray her husband...

He could only have her in his mind.
or her words, which seldom bled lust.
his desires elude her, taunt her...

Running his fingers through her pretty hair
he leaned in closer taking in her fragrance.
listening to the rain...he closed his eyes
as to dream of her...

Opening his eyes, he wiped away a tear
lowered himself to her ear,
softly whispered...I love you... and kissed her cheek.

He rose from the bed,
breathing deeply as he stared at her husband
lying next to her.

Placing a single rose in her hand
he turned and silently left the room,
missing her already,
he stepped back outside, looking up into the
raining sky....knowing
he can never have her...