Voyeur

The door swings open.
The lights turn on, you’re standing there.

Your room, ignited with inexperience, illuminates every pore on your skin.
You’re bathed in something wicked.
I shudder.

The glass window crystallizes with fog from your cigarettes.
I stroke it.
You dip down and lay back,
Still completely oblivious.

It’s cold now, nightfall has come.
My fingers chill at the tips.
My teeth chatter.
My eyes glued to your aura.

You’re asleep now.
Your stomach slowly pulsing up and down.
The light of your room slowly fades to black.
I’m still here.
Your eyes heavy with discomfort are closed now.
My eyes alive with greed are staring.
When I watch you like this I go all crooked.