Creeping through the bushes, furtive and sly,

Watching out for anything, something he can spy;

Snagging on the branches, he thrives on his existence,

Night after night, he punishes his persistence;

Watching through the window, he sees her undress,

He feels the familiar arousal, nothing more, nothing less;

Unaware of her audience, she moves across the floor,

Taking his gaze with her, his greed growing more;

He has no intention of advancing in his style,

He stands in poignant silence, a dirty little smile;

Her naked stance before him, his reward for standing there,

He inhales her heady perfume, floating through the air;

He sneaks off into the night, without a bye or leave,

Blissfully satisfied, a sense of reprieve.