Home again
in my old bedroom
alone with teenage memories
Seems like an eternity
since you were
my next door fantasy
The saplings Dad planted
when we were kids
now a forest
blocking my view
of your bedroom window
I use to peek through
those steamy summer nights
when you put on a strip show
exclusively for appreciative me
Looking back I now know
you were well aware of my eyes
worshiping your blossoming form
that I can still see
through the flickering light of memory
I'm not sure you knew
the things I fantasized
about doing to you
Then again
we were probably
sharing the same fantasy
ignited by teasing sexuality
those many years ago
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