Peep Hole

 

Looking through this single hole Breathing softly, breathing slowly Pressed hard against my front door I make no sound, as I watch him  through this peep hole  opening his door Each night I wait for him, dreaming Every morning I wake  to him, yearning To see his back side, or a single glance of his half smile Heavy foot falls, echoing down the hall Call upon me to rush to this hole In hopes of catching a glimpse of the neighbor of my lust I listen intently, for an open door Or a key in a lock, just so I might look upon   thick sinew in tight jeans, and dark chocolate skin   There he goes, with his Ghetto swagger, right pass my door  I strain to see, as he steps away from view. This bad boy of the second floor. Haunts my dreams, this philistine He’s my deepest darkest desire, my thirst.  I imagine tasting,   his thick male body between my lips. feeling strain muscles under my hands,  enthralled in passion, entwined in bliss Perhaps, one day. I will get the nerve to step out my door and introduce myself, to this degenerate male boy, until then I will simply watch him  through my peep hole  pretending he's my special toy.