With all the people
down below
gathered beneath
your window
Hey babe,
look at that;
you're the 10 o'clock show.
Up against the glass
you taunt me
with your movements
You bend,
you twist
and turn
And moan like a whore
from your window on
the very top floor
And while I watch,
I crave for you.
I reach my hands
into the air
I close my eyes
and find you there.
The fall of our bodies
feels more like a dream
as I gasp for breath
between each scream.
And all the people
down below
think we're putting on
a perfect show
But what goes on
behind the scenes
The curtains and
all the screens
Is really just
a perfect dream.
And look at that,
our time is up,
so you bow and you wave
to the people below
and they thank you for
a perfect show.
Imperfectly_yours Community Member 
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