Voyeur Intrusion

Silk soft skin and midnight eyes In those eyes pure passion lies Heated breath with moistened lips Soft panting breast with hardened tips Flushing cheeks, small beads of sweat All is given with no fear of threat Soft-lit room from warming fire Two souls within burn with desire Heat that built not from the grate The two are here no act of fate Both our hosts know not we view Their minds are locked as lovers true No sordid act for each they chose Passion heightened as bodies close She is he then he is she Their merging forms not ours to see Silence bar for murmured cares We leave them now for this is theirs