The Voyeur

She sits silently in the darkness
Awaiting his return
He will be with her
But still she waits
Waits for him to look at her
That same look, teasing smile
Glancing up and down
Holding back, careful, not desperate
She waits for him
To make his move
Hands, eyes darting
She waits for him to gain pleasure
As hers, in turn, is rising
She waits for him
To finish, to send her on her way
She waits for him to notice
Feel her presence, her leering stare
She waits for him
To realize, that wasn’t her
Giving him that blissful moment
She waits for him
To tell her, it wasn’t good
It wasn’t what he wants
She waits for him
To sleep, to dream, of her
To watch him drift away
And yet she waits
As he leaves her there alone in the night
Invisible to the world, her world
She waits and knows he would never wait
But she can’t seem to turn away…