Poem: I Pretend You’re Watching Me

The Ghosts of Southwark Kindle Countdown Deal!!

Poem: I Pretend You’re Watching Me

I

pretend you’re watching me, While I clean the store at night, While

I sweep the floor. I sway my hips for your delight Pretend you beg

for more. I pretend you’re watching me, Watching every move. I

pretend you long for me The way I long for you. I pretend you talk

to me And whisper secretly Everything your heart desires Your

fears, your hopes, your dreams Confide in me Reside in me Bear your

soul to me I become your confidant, The one who holds your truth. I

pretend you talk to me The way I talk to you I pretend you’re

touching me When we meet at last For a coffee late at night When

the day has passed. First our knees find their way, Then our hands

do meet. A rush of heat to our hearts Then our lips to cheek; I

pretend you’re touching me Finally. Tenderly. Touching me.

Tittilating taboo. I pretend you’re touching me, And I am touching

you. I pretend you’re watching me. Secretly, tenderly watching me.

Waiting, wondering, wishing… But it is not reality, This fantasy

of mine. I know the time draws ever near, The time to say goodbye.

And yet, tonight, I’ll still have hope That you’ll be

watching me. I’ll sweep the floor and sway my hips, Look into the

night and see, Beyond the glass, in the dark, You secretly watching

me.