This power given only to me.
Blending and darting from shadow to shadow.
All of those places where light doesn’t reach.
No one sees me.
I go where I want.
I walk through walls.
Locks won’t help.
Turning the lights out just makes it easier.
You can’t hide.
You can’t escape.
I see everything.
Those moments in the car when your skirt rides up your thighs.
Your legs spread apart.
Your white lace panties exposed.
When your fingers trace and tease unconsciously out of sight from others.
Or those times when you think you are alone at work.
When you lean over your desk and your blouse flairs open and exposes you.
Your breasts swaying and your nipples swelling from their freedom.
It is my eyes that look.
Watching you in your unguarded moments.
Everywhere you go I am there.
When you do laundry and press your hips against the washing machine for that instant longer as it vibrates.
The phone calls to your girlfriends when you compare dates from the night before.
I watch as you become aroused telling her the details of you being fucked by your date.
And slowly touch yourself as you secretly want your friend to join in.
Those evening showers before bed.
The slow evacuation from your clothing.
The pause in front of the mirror to admire your naked body.
Even the long slow lathering of your breasts and groin.
The pauses with your fingers and the low moans and whimpers as you explore.
I see everything.
My eyes never leave you.
The men you bring home.
The gnashing and grinding of their mouths on your flesh.