But I suddenly decided, while pondering your kiss,
That life is for the picking, to live and enjoy,
And very soon after I had developed my ploy.
So here I am, at the top of a drain,
My body in obeyance of the plot in my brain.
There is a window I see from my shadow of night,
A window and a room and radiant light.
And there you are, my petal, my sweet,
You’re like a lamb in spring, but without the bleat,
Existing in your world, unaware of my gaze,
Oh, wonderful light! Oh, wonderful rays!
You rise from your seat and walk to the door,
With a movement as graceful as water on a shore,
It closes and you lock it with a delicate hand,
And return to your seat, only to stand.
I watch you closely, not daring to breathe,
Never wanting to go, never wishing to leave,
My eyes seem to tremble as your beauty they embrace,
Crossing the distance through the window and space.
And then, I witness you untying your shoe,
And I shake with ecstasy at the thoughts that ensue,
And you slip down the dress that clung to you so tight,
As the light surrounds me in the darkness of night.
And you reach around behind you and slowly unclip
Your bra which made me gasp and caused me to slip,
But I quickly regained my composure and stance,
In time to see you slip down your short little pants.
And naked you stand in your room all alone,
Not a knock on the door, not a call on the phone,
And I cling to the pipe, absorbed and in wonder,
Thinking that I too could tear those clothes asunder.
For hours it seems, you stand there in the room,
And I cling nearby under the glowing white moon,
Then you cross to the window and pull on the blind,
And I am left helpless as if miles behind.
But in my despair at the loss of my sight,
An idea hits me square in the shimmering night,
Were I to enter through your window of beauty,
I may swoon and then confess it was a matter of duty.
Taking pity on my love, you may allow my intrusion,
Letting me stay for the night to save more confusion,
Then in the darkness I would slip between your thighs,
And entwined we would lie hoping never to rise.
Oh, the feeling this gave me, so warm and so sweet,
My eyes filled with tears and my heart skipped a beat,
I thought about my position and the distance I had come,
And remembered the notion that life should be fun.
So I pulled on the window and opened it a crack,
My muscles all tense from my arm to my back,
My tongue wet my lips as my mouth moved across,
Reflected in the glass and its clear, shiny gloss.
My voice spoke your name through the window and the pane,
And it was when I moved closer to whisper again
That you peered through the drapes in return to my call:
Seeing a stranger in the dark, on a pipe, on a wall.
Startled at first, you quickly recoiled,
And I feared that my chances were horribly spoiled.
But very soon after you appeared once again,
And joy started flooding, washing away pain.
“How do you do?” I offered with a grin,
“I think you saw…well won’t you come in?”
Again I slipped, excited and shocked,
But your arm reached out, connected and locked.
Seeing you naked, then invited inside,
My night was getting better, when suddenly; “Hide!”
You quickly usshered me under the bed,
And a man at the door in a deep voice said:
“Charlote, is that you? I heard some thumping in there,
I thought it might be a burglar or a rapist or a bear”
“It’s nothing you wanker,” you strongly spoke back,
“Paranoid bastard,” you added in flack.
“OK, alright, goodnight” said the voice,
The dying footsteps made my heart rejoice.
I slid my body from under the bed,
But your foot held me down, as heavy as lead.
You had dressed in a nightie, all covered with lace,
And a smile crept over your beautiful face.
Slowly you lowered yourself to the floor,
So your thighs and vagina were next to my jaw.
My loins started moving from something inside,
My tongue ventured out, far from being tied,
You caressed me sweetly as we rolled on the floor,
I kissed you and licked you and then kissed you some more.
Slipping and sliding, we’d sigh and we’d shout,
Our juices were flowing, without any doubt.
This continued for hours and we never looked back,
If our libidos were ropes, they were giving no slack.
When the morning sun rose, I finally withdrew,
The disappointment at the ending felt by you too.
I kissed you goodbye as I clung to the drain
And I vowed to return, to visit you again.
With that I slid down the pole I had climbed,
Tears filled my heart, you filled my mind,
And I returned once again to my world of old,
With only pictures to look at, with only memories to hold.
But I know that I am changed into a vibrant new man,
A man who has fun and lives while he can,
And I will always remember the pleasures you give,
From the night that I decided to live and let live.