Don't pull the drapes

My lady

That's the only window of my hope

I see you everyday

Performing your chores, calmly

Without you knowing

I watch you mesmerized

From my window

But I wait with bated breath

For the moment

When you comb your tresses

Raising and swaying them in the air

The shape of your bosom

The glimpse of your cleavage

The intensity of your navel

My days remain blurred

With your feminine dosage

Don't pull the drapes, my lady..

©LR