Voyeur

I didn’t mean to invade her privacy, I was simply taking the trash out late that night; I never noticed how from the back of the house You could see right into her bedroom when she turned on the light. The curtains were sheer and not completely closed, Her silhouette was outlined and her flesh exposed; I am not a peeping Tom but in my tracks I froze, Watching her tantalizingly removing her clothes. She stood in front of her full length mirror; I inched a little closer to see her clearer. It was as if she was even teasing herself, Slowly undressing and watching her own reflection; Her fingertips caressing the smooth exposed flesh; Her exhibition demanded my full attention. She is twenty-five years old and my neighbor’s daughter; I am twice her age and a little bit more; I know I am wrong to be standing here watching But a more beautiful nubile I’ve never seen before. Her clothes are now strewn on the floor by her feet, She is totally naked and pleased by the sight; Slowly she turns looking over her shoulder, Making sure all of her parts are shaped just right. God must be very angry at me, But, God created this wondrous beauty. She took inventory of body parts with both of her hands, Pleasing herself with her delicate touch; I knew that I should be turning away; I was enjoying her exploring a bit too much. She kissed her own reflection returned in the mirror Then turned and walked toward the windows; Just before pulling down the night shade She waved to me hiding in the shadows. Ashamed of myself and embarrassed by my actions, I returned to my house all alone; She knew I was watching and vexed by her beauty, It was me she was teasing all along. Yet it brought back memories of when I was younger And my wife more beautiful than she; Although I’m a widower for seven long years, That night, again my bride was with me.