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the Voyeur

By jamesaguiar - Posted on 09 February 2010

Sitting at the coffee bar
Her vision fixed, her mind's eye afar,
She doesn't know. She doesn't see
What her beauty does to me.
Legs move slowly as glimpses of white,
flash before me, visions of light.
Her thighs crossing, gently kissing-
She suddenly rises
So, exorcizes 
All my passion in rough, cool fashion.
If she knew what would she say?
Would she laugh; hurry away?
She regards me with a smile, a gentle look,
As moving away, she closes her book.

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