Drawn To Her Window

And there she is
framed by the moon,
that satin gown
conforming to each
generous curve

Only a window
separates us
and the more I enjoy her
in that purple light,
the more apt I am
to bust through that barrier

navigating shards
of broken glass,
to place my hands
to her skin
to meet her tantalizing mouth
driving every inch of my love
into the core
of the unspoken suggestion

no longer a barrier
but an opening
to dine
in our unrestrained madness,
our carnal appetites
curing a feast
that need be abated

My breath heavy,
contained grunts
spilling volume
through the room,
calming the tension
in the only sure way we can

Each time I walk by,
framed by the moon
in her pose of patience
we are both aware.