Peekaboo
Fifth floor walk-up, light is fading,
lamp is lit, the curtains stay pulled back;
loose-limbed and limber like a tiger
set to spring she's geared up for
the evening's entertainment.
Hungry eyes in mirrored windows watching,
palms sweaty and expectant.
She's on her mettle,
going through her game plan
with a slow and sensual grace,
puddling her garments
and purring like a cat,
her pulse is racing!
The flutter of her heartbeat
and the shortness of her breath
betray the depth of her excitement.
She draws the drapes,
the game is done, yet her vanity
still cries for validation.
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