Through the Blinds: Confessions of a Voyeur Watching Young Lovers

He’d follow her excitedly to his room
Those Friday nights when she came from school

I spied their corner window
Through the blinds they hadn’t drawn

She knew he’d want to touch her that way
Her pretty eyes told all it would be okay

I heard the music they played; Cockteau Twins
And I’d wonder how long he would wait to begin

Their first kisses explored the inside of their mouths
As his fingers quietly paused at the neck of her blouse

Oh her body!  - Always so wonderful to see
Easy to know why it attracted her, to both her lover and me

Those small tight breasts— his whole hand could surround 
He wasn’t like other guys she might have found 

So maybe she chose those buttons just for him
Or perhaps she liked the slow opening, one by one

He’d gently fold back her tight blouse in awe
At the sight of how she was cradled by her small lacy bra.

She must have worn it often  as a gift , to please
Or perhaps in it she just felt very pretty 

It’s loose fit allowed his fingertip’s descent
I could sense her tiny breasts tighten at the touch of his hand 

He stood...his now erect shaft she could see
She laid down leaving him just her panties

He returned his lips to her hardening red crest
With warms lips tasting sweet breast to sweet breast   

He’d never go inside of her, they hadn’t grown to that yet 
So he just rested his chin on her delicate chest 

And when his heart finally became brave
He’d move his kiss to her belly, and then to her waist

He would warm  her slit with a sigh of his breath 
Before pulling the cotton down the length of her  legs  

I wanted to see her to cum from his tongue dancing in 
As he traced so gently  ‘round the pink of her clit 

Back then he never touched her when she wasn’t glistening with wet 
His fingers drew the reservoir up the length of her lips. 

She was trying so hard to not make any noise 
But I could still barely hear quickened breaths that sounded like joy  

And at the climax she’d slam her legs closed
I’d see her hands grasp his shoulders to bring his face close

She smelled him....

Then her hips helped the glide of his shaft through her hair
And it felt like through the window I’ too was there 

Her hands hurried to hold him firm against her skin
As  he emptied his surge with the shake of every limb 

I loved that private moment that only I could see 
The flush of her skin, her nubile body 

And today I feel exactly the same
About the body at which I steal glances every day 

Those tiny  round  breasts— my whole hand could hold 
Thoughts of her skin make me hard and so bold 

I want to feel her, and to feel her soft touch
But for now, from this distance, watching will have to be enough