The Watchers

Who watches

When you come to me

Crawling on all fours,

Eyes never leaving mine

Except to glance below?

Sharp inhale, thinking where

Your licking lips may go.

Standing before you,

Legs trembling,

Heart pounding,

Film of sweat on lip.

Who watches

From the corners

And sees you reach

To stroke my ankles,

Rising to calves,

Raising head,

As hands travel north to hips?

Who watches

While your tongue

Touches cloth

And wets where

Wet already pools?

I watch.

I see your eyes lift to mine,

Hold my gaze

While you tempt and tease.

Promises of what

Will come.

Hips urging forward,

More contact to gain.

Lips parting

To descend

In suckle.

And cries aloud.

No flesh to flesh

In intimacy yet,

Penetrating silky sheath,

A moan,

A miaow

Of sheer delight.

Who watches?

My eyes in mirror

See we two

As of others tasting.

Heady mixture,

Voyeur and participant.

You glance to capture

My eyes in the reflection

And we two

Begin the dance

That flames

The watchers.

12 thoughts on “The Watchers”

  1. Umm, didn’t we discuss this side of your work yesterday? A bit steamy, yes.

    It was longer than I usually read, but I did read it, it was good (basically: I came, I saw, I commented). LOL

    Really good.

    Peace & Love

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