when viewing she, from window bare
and viewing he, though knows not there
the two together in wetted bliss
this view for each, a daily kiss

pretending she to be alone
when in the real, she's learned to hone
and sharpen all her tendencies
for spying eyes, of his, she sees

warming up, cold night is this
holding, melting, body kiss
the eyes that watch, adorn and glow
as she puts on her dance of show

enticing she, to man upstairs
who watches, movements with his stares
his eyes they follow, hands that touch
he wishing, they on him, so much

the rising feelings coming strong
his inner needs, can't wait too long
she powers him, emotions crest
he can't withhold, he tries his best

from distance near, yet far away
he travels her this time each day
from softened mountains sliding down
to valleys sweet, where wines are found

and she caresses what he eyes
and feeds to him through open skies
as he then touches what is real
she watches him, each stroke, each feel

until the moonlight filters in
and both succumb to lovers sin
and each exhausted, each now spent
the two voyeurs, now must relent

and lift themselves, returning then
to lives of one, alone again
as morning sun begins it's shine
their thoughts aroused, their minds entwined

their sleeping loss, their loving gained
to each, their needs, desires reigned
each night he waits to see once more
she'll thrill his eyes, as done before

when viewing she, from window bare
and viewing he, though knows not there
together they share plenty of
their view for each, their taste for love
M