Watching You by Roarin' Fire

Watching You

From my seated position
Beneath the window
I look up to see
The moon glowing
Through the blades
Of the window fan
As they rotate

My attention is then drawn
To my right to you
To where you stand
On a ladder as you paint
Around the window frame

My eyes glide over your body
You're wearing black boxers
And a black tank
Standing now, I can see
The back of your neck
And the hickey I gave you
The other night
Or was it actually morning

I love the way your arms move
As you roll the paint on the wall
I love your broad shoulders
And the "V" shape of your back
That ends in narrow hips
And a nice round ass

My eyes travel on downward
To your well muscled legs
Oh god, I love your legs
Those thighs and calves
And don't forget the backs
Of those knees
Which are right at my eye level
Or should I say, at mouth level
Because I just want to lean
Over and suck on them
Just to see your reaction

But you are so focused
On what you’re doing
As you sing along to
Seal’s music playing
In the background

So I know better than
To do anything right now
Because the reaction
That I'd get wouldn't be
The one I'm after
So I wait, for now

Then I take the paint roller
From your hand as you
Pass it to me
I look at the roller
Then back at your legs
A devilish smile rising
To my lips and there's
This knowing glint in my eyes
As another impish thought
Crosses my mind

I wonder what you'd do
If I ran this roller full of paint
Up and down your legs
I wonder what
That would feel like
I'm sorely tempted
But I'm no fool
I know better than to try
Still I wonder…

We're supposed to be working
But my mind wanders off
From time to time
I can't help it
I just love watching you

10.13.08

Author's Notes

I've said it before so I probably don't need to say it again. But I am such a voyeur.

Kodi and I are in the process of painting our office. Well, actually Kodi is doing the painting. While I am in charge of moving the ladders and the lamp, filling up the paint tray with paint, loading the roller and brush, and handing them to her when she needs to switch one for the other.

This poem is where my mind went while I was waiting to do something for her. I knew I wanted to write down my thoughts but unfortunately I couldn't leave the room because Kodi might need my help. So, I stayed put and kept running over the first few lines in my head until we took a break, which was about thirty minutes later. Then I sat down at my laptop, and began typing away. When I was finished I asked Kodi if she'd like to read what I just wrote. And she did. Her response was to smile and laugh at certain lines, then when she was done she looked over at me and said exactly what I thought she'd say, which was simply, "Cool".

Who knew home improvement could be so... stimulating?

And here's a shot of my wife painting with her cat Felix helping by getting in the way, but that's what she does best. And she climbed up there all by herself too.