Peeping Me


Home again
in my old bedroom
alone with teenage memories

Seems like an eternity
since you were
my next door fantasy

The saplings Dad planted
when we were kids
now a forest
blocking my view
of your bedroom window
I use to peek through
those steamy summer nights
when you put on a strip show
exclusively for appreciative me

Looking back I now know
you were well aware of my eyes
worshiping your blossoming form
that I can still see
through the flickering light of memory

I’m not sure you knew
the things I fantasized
about doing to you

Then again

we were probably
sharing the same fantasy
ignited by teasing sexuality
those many years ago

girl in window

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I am my own best friend because I do so enjoy my company

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