From his dark window,
his view was heaven-sent
he could see across in the apartment below
where she danced a naked torment
Her perfect breasts and shapely ass
as she did each ballet move
in the dark he gave a ragged gasp
and got into his groove
he enjoyed his lucky strokes of fate
for she hadn't pulled the shade just yet
and when she did it was too late
(he'd already gotten the silhouette!)
Chuck Audette
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-voyeur/
