You see
her apricot shoulders
dressed with auburn wisps
that —drift—- drift
like feathers into the clouds above.
Hovering over your
hungry stares,
delighted,
she parts her plum, puckered lips
to free a stirring sigh
that breaks your body
and blurs your mind.
She
is the most heavenly dessert
you will never
taste.
“The Voyeurs” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Alicia Ortiz
The Show Tell Project 