The Watcher       

John A. Roof     Oct. 8, 2009

As I warmed my self on this grey day

Concealed behind my cover of lust

My voyeur soul longed to see more

I watched as my lady prepared herself

Her beauty is far more than one can stand

Her emeralds hanging loosely on her body

And her gown of green moving oh so softly

From the gently breath of her lover and master

Begging you to come closer

Her arms in perfect movement to the music

As though conducting Chopin, Bach or some other

And her always pulling at my soul

 Longing for her loving embrace

I know she has such a short time left to change

She will soon expose her gown of gold

Then she will silently lay bare before me at rest

Showing her strength and beautiful form

Me waiting so impatiently for her

To return so I can once again

See her dress before my eyes

And watch her dance to the soft summer music