I open my blind, and you open my eyes,
To a world, until now, seen only inside,
Before me, a street, a building, a pane,
And you, clothed simply, in air and a chain.

You hold yourself in your unique yoga pose,
Your muscles engaged, your body exposed,
If only you’d looked to your right you would see,
I don’t try to hide what you’re doing to me,

You’ve total control of your body, and mine,
I’m feeling the way that I do after wine,
My nightdress is thin and my nipples protrude,
While I watch you do yoga, alone in the nude.

I wonder if you’d be, at all, impressed,
By the sight of my hand caressing my breast,
The other exploring my wetness below,
Making my nightdress stain darker, I know.

But I don’t mind who watches me from your block,
I just wish that you would look up from your cock,
I don’t blame you, it’s all I can stare at as well,
Your yoga routine is making it swell.

But look, and you’ll see a warm place you can put it,
My nightdress is off and I’m rubbing my clit,
My window is steaming, around my thick bush,
The heat that’s inside me is making me blush,

But I’m not embarrassed or shamed of my actions,
Already I’m feeling orgasmic contractions,
I’m starting to cum, watching you stroke your dick,
Your yoga routine has left it so thick.

I wish I could join you, so you could fulfill me,
And that your eruption would happen inside me,
I climax as I watch your ejaculation,
But can tell from your face it’s a miscalculation,

A panic ensues as you look for your shorts,
But it’s too late, your mother is back from the shops,
She drops all her bags and covers her face,
As she sees your cum is all over the place.

I’m gripped by the scene, my body convulsing,
My breathing still heavy, my heart is still pulsing,
But it nearly stops, when in your apartment,
Your mothers gaze turns from the mess on the carpet,

She looks out the window, and over the street,
Her attention turns upward and our eyes meet.
I’m naked, exposed and frozen in place,
I can tell I’m in trouble by the look on her face.

She questions you, that’s when you see I was watching,
I’m shocked to see that makes your penis start flinching,
Your mom’s right beside you, yet you’re getting hard?
If I was you, I’d be emotionally scarred,

But each to their own, who am I here to judge,
Your mom’s clearly one who does not hold a grudge.
She unties her dress, lets it fall to the floor,
Then pulls down the blind so I couldn’t see more.