Voyeur Calls

Maybe the angle that I saw you was true,
lined up and looking, your blouse pushing through.

Maybe your leaning was just an odd thing,
like chess to the board, the queen to the king.

Maybe your dropping that book on the floor
was one of those things that makes life a chore.

Maybe your shifting your weight to expose,
your breasts in their cups didn't just pose.

Maybe the cut of your pants in the back
shifted the rise of your thong that was black.

Maybe the buttons that held it all in
were thrown to the side by threads that were thin.

But blowing my cell phone to meet in the John
seemed no mistake, you were getting it on.

runningturtle87