the tom peeps!

I've got a real live
tom cat watchin':
nude on my bed,
rubbing up my own body
(as Saturday nights fall and
 end often) -
 
with those good raps
droppin' out my speaker as the soundtrack -
noticed that the width I keep the window-glass
is nice and fat...
the little blinds lie flat.
Hm.
 
I look outside - what sight
do I catch
but a third-floor lad  
across the courtyard,
lit from the back,
show his head,
but only half!
and there it sat
peepin' some passion,
one greedy eye
doing its best to catch me.
 
Well!
I laughed
to myself, and arched my back a bit;
felt the eyes grabbin' and  
a thought
came fast -
 
for a pet,
 an attention addict,
this is awful good practice.