A Voyeur's Testimony

"A Voyeur's Testimony"

Through a window slightly ajar, a breeze filled the room
And the chill it delivered, could've been interpreted to bring an impending doom
But as candle lights were extinguished, bedsheets rustle in the wind
And it was then we caught a glimpse, to a world they let us in
There was movements in the sheets, as the wind increased just a bit
Suddenly I blinked, and noticed that once again, every candle was lit
As if the breeze had barely made them stray
And they were going to mirror the passion, that inspired them to stay
Burning like the desire, these mysterious souls feel
Feeling like nothing else existed, as if lust was the only thing that was real
Compliments danced on her skin, like newlyweds on reception night
And her eyes shined, like stars swiftly shooting out of sight
Her long, dark hair fell into her face, like waves crashing onto a shore
And the quiet song she sung, seemed to expose her need for more
With each peak she reached, pleasure eroded the pain in her past
At this rate, she'll be reborn tonight, so she dreams it will forever last
The only pain she'll feel again, is the kind that makes her feel alive
With every thrust, she clawed at him, like she was trying to survive
The fall she was sure to take, for the one who made her feel this way
She thought he was a dream, so she closed her eyes tight, with intentions he would stay
But when she open them slowly, she realized she was far from being alone
And with a change in speed, she gasped for breath, and let out a most-approving moan
Her nails pierced his skin, like the flag of an explorer marking uncharted land
And her hair again parted like the sea, with a simply stroking of his hand
But as their movements reached such uncontrollable speeds
It seemed as if they were ready to see the results of their church-forbidden deeds
And in a second their cries combined, to leave an impression in my mind
They sunk into the arms, of the ones they fought so hard to find
And that would be each other, but that wasn't the ending of the tale
Because it was then, in the mirror I saw a reflection of a male
And this mystery man, seemed to have features that closely resembled mine
And then I realized, that this incident had only occurred inside my mind
But as I stared at myself a little longer, a hand moved across my chest
And it was my insatiable lover, ready again after her moment's rest
She said to me, "stop replaying in your mind, what we can easily do again."
So it is here I must leave you, and leave what happens next, to your imagination friend.