Traveling to Boston right now and need something to keep my mind busy. A poem to all my lurkers.
I see you
Watching me
Reading words that
Arouse, stimulate, titillate you
My special voyeur
Peeking in
Breathing me in
And out, in and out
I open up for
Undress for
Am vulnerable for
Your eyes only
My adoration knows no limits
My appreciation reaches so deep
I’ll write my love iambic pentameter
Because your secret eyes are all I need
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Something for someone who got a good report
Sharing a smile with you
A hug if you were closer
Exchanging joy with you
Of news well received
To have you around a little longer
Means one day I’ll get to hug you
But for now a smile will do
Broad, happy, and only for you
Comments
Especially loving your ‘lurker’ poem. 🙂 Have a fun and safe trip!
Author
Thanks. I love my lurkers. 🙂
Oh how I love this one…safe travels to you.
Author
I’m glad you like it. 🙂
These secret eyes love you right back. BTW, traveling to Boston right now might be a bad idea. Much of the city is in lock down.
Author
I’m staying outside the city. Taxis are back up and I was able to get where I needed to be. 🙂
I’m glad. My brother lives in Watertown and I used to live in Arlington. I worked right near the Marathon finish line. The whole thing is just utterly surreal and yet part of me thinks “Why were we so blessed that this didn’t happen sooner?” Surely there are forces of darkness in the world but perhaps there are forces of mercy as well…
Author
I think that’s true! I think about many close calls in my life and its crazy how things work out.
They always seem to work out… until they don’t. Anyway, be safe. You have a whole lot of secret eyes that would be saddened if you stopped writing your love in iambic pentameter!
i love the idea of a poem to the lurkers. We all have them, and know nothing about them but they’re there and they know ALL about us…
Author
At least they come around. I’m glad for that even if they don’t say a word.
🙂
Author
<3
Love them both.
Author
Thanks!