Visitor

Rustling through the
Bushes to get to my
Closed window

How could you have
Known how I was feeling?

How I was horny?
What I was doing on my bed?

That this room
Belonged to me.

You look intently.

I feel frisky,
So I allow entry.

Come between my legs
Move my hand away

And replace it with
Your own body and pleasuring

Hesitantly slide 
Up my skin

And begin 
to walk me to the edge

We have to be quiet
though

I don't think anyone
Knows you're here
Let's make the most of that.