I am always the voyeur,
Taking sneak peeks at your soul
To see what’s there,
Truth as naked as a new born
And just as frail,
my long rough fingers,
my long rough fingers,
Caressing its forehead
And then it’s thigh
Trying to squeeze out of it,
The last bit of sweet juice
Before it all seems like a lie.
I have no shame,
I feel what I need to
In order to feel alive,
Throbbing head to toe
With need I can rarely satisfy,
Throwing open curtains
Plunging through,
Laying truth on its back
So I can have my way with it,
And it always lets me do
Whatever I want,
Tasting what I need to taste
Touching what I have to touch,
Letting me rock it to sleep
As I lay down beside it.
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