The blinds
Remain slightly
Apart
Widening
Eyes
As a figure
Stands
In the line
Of sight
Tender skin
Seen
In the light
Light pink
Matching sheets
While the man
In his car
Adjust his binoculars
So he can better see
The bushes
Don't cover
The window
That creeks
The screen
Is too thin
He can hear
Every peep
Never alone
But always feeling
Lonely
The woman doesn't know
Her secret admirer
Was in her home
Obsession
Obsessive
Obtain
That Possesion
Curtains never closing
Him never imposing
Just watching
And waiting
For her to begin posing