My Blonde Reverie

In the evening when the sun is about to go down,

I look at the window,

Watch you intently.

The curls of your long blonde hair are making me nervous like the victim of a psycho-killer.

You are bathed in the hue of the sunlight,

The crimson red curtains evoke a ravenous craving in the air.

I still am watching you by the window,

But this time on the window pane.

I can see your cleavage there,

The sheer gap which requires a drooling tongue,

Is emitting an unusual vibe.

Now I am erect and You still are standing.

Your thin cotton maxi is transparent to me,

Revealing the curves below your breasts.

I know who they are calling.

Grabbing you from the back,

Pushing you against the window,

Ripping off your tiny white dress,

I push you against the window pane.

You know what? That is also transparent.

The coldness of the pane touches your nipples and in utmost ecstasy, you pull me more towards you,

"If you are hard, I am dripping"