i watched you pts 1 and 2

watched you prt 1 and 2
i watched you undress tonight,in the moonlight.
You were poetry.
You didn't know i was there or at least i hope you didn't.
I watched your strong hands unbutton the shirt you wore,
first the cuffs and then from the bottom up.
I found this odd but beautiful.
I caught a glimpse of your perfect navel and the small path of hair that led from it,
downward to.....
when the last button had been released,
you exposed one shoulder and then the other....
moonlight hit them both,strong and smooth and deliciously tanned.
It was warm last night so your skin had a glow from the slight persipiration you created.
You turned to place the shirt over your chair...
not an ordinary man are you?
You stretched your lean body in the moonlight and i saw your lightly haired chest expand
as you breathed in the night air.
Oh how i wish that i was that air.
Your hands deftly undid your belt and slid it swiftly from around your waist.
You undid the button and slid the zipper down.
I almost lost control then...
but you could not know i was there....not yet.
You slid your slacks down over your tight firm buttocks
and your neatly covered treasures
and when you laid them across the chair so neatly,
I thought i was in a dream.
You slid your socks off and placed them in a basket by the door (not a typical man at all).
You walked perfectly out onto the balcony
and in the moonlight you looked like a god.
I wanted to come to you,
to wrap myself around you like the cool night air,
to carress the fine curls on your chest,
to smell the musky smell i knew only someone like you would have,
but all i could do is watch you from the shadows in the moonlight.


Please forgive me for watching,
but your scent caught my attention.
So now, i watch you from a shadowed corner just outside your view.
A vision of beauty you are as i watch you undress.
You slip off your sexy high heel shoes..
placing them neatly by the door.
You step further into the room removing your silk blouse,
it is the color of your eyes,
i will treasure that shade of blue forever.
You place the blouse in a bin marked dry cleaning...
how perfect you are.
You reach behind you and without hesitation it's slip, slip, slip
and the bra of pink lace is released from your body,
the glow from your candles reflects off those perfect peach colored breasts,
with their areolas reminding me of the center of a black eyed susan flower.
You are not what the magazines consider beautiful...
but you are a beautiful woman.
My eyes travel from your voluptuous breasts
down over your slightly rounded, but soft looking stomach.
You are an outie and i think its so cute...
it looks like a smiley face.
You unzip the long black skirt you are wearing
and let it slip to the floor,
picking it up with your toes,
I cant help but giggle at this(my heart skips thinking you heard me)
it too is placed in the dry cleaning bin.
You sit on the edge of the tub and remove your thigh high stockings
rolling them down seductively
(do you know i am watching)
they are placed in a net bag on the back of the bathroom door.
You stand up and my eyes dance over your body...
finely trimmed auburn hair gives slight concealment to the treasure that lies beneath....
i watch you slip into the bubble bath and disappear
I want to run to you but i cant...
not just yet...

the room at the top of the stairs....a short story

the room at the top of the stairs
Mama always told us growing up about a place our family owned
down in west virginia. She said it was a really big place
and the family used it for reunions, retirements and vacations
....basicly a get away type of place. But I was 21 now and had
never been there. She told me she was going there for awhile
and not to worry ....that when the time came i would be there.
I paid no serious attention to her i figured she just needed
some time alone.. You see my father had left her for another
woman and she had been in a severe state of depression since then.
I hugged my mother at the airport 2 weeks later as she boarded
her plane to "home". She held me longer than usual and
whispered softly to me that she would always be where she
could watch me.....i now was scared. My mother had never
spoken so softly or sincerely to me and she was leaving me.
I turned and returned to my car and drove home to my small
apartment not really knowing what to make of what was going on.
For the next 2 weeks I slowly let myself forget my mother soft
words to me....i had let myself think she was spending time with
family and healing. I was wrong.
Exactly 2 weeks from her departure i recieved an urgent
letter via registered mail...
" dearest vanessa...please forgive me for not telling you
what all has happened to me since your father left.....
i am not the woman i thought i was ...all i ever knew was being his wife
and your mother....now i am finally free to be me...
.i love you , have always loved you and will always love you
... remember me as i was before....come to the house
i will wait for you there....in the room at the top of the stairs
....mother"
I panicked, i cried and i left without even packing a bag...
.my mother needed me and i had to be there.....
I arrived at the "home" 36 hours after leavingmy apt...
i had not slept i had not eaten ...the only things i did were cry and drive.
I found a key in the mailbox and entered a house i had never seen...
it was gorgeous....there was ornate woodwork throughout the foyer,
a crystal chandalier which must have had a thousand pieces of glass,
wallpaper with the most ornate red velvet pattern i had seen.....
to the left of the door was an armoir style chest where i laid my keys
...to the right was an old mahogony table holding a silver candleabra
and a book of matches...i assumed this was how i was to find my way thru
the house. I lit the candles and lighted the stairway that lay directly
in front of me...i slowly ascended the beautifully ornate spiral staircase
.....i passed the second floor and went on to the third...
it housed only one room...one door...the room at the top of the
stairs...
I opened the door to find an ominant looking room that was lit by a glow
i could not explain...even now 16 years later.....the walls were covered
with murals...gorgeous murals of places only found in the imagnation...
fountains with unicorns....woods with fairies....
mountains with brightly coloured birds flying around dazzling
golden waterfalls...i collapsed in the middle of the room in awe
Mixed in with these remarkable imaginary creatures i could see faces
and bodies of family that had passed away...
all with smiles and enjoying the creatures within the mural...
.they all looked so real to me....i almost imagined them all moving and
waving at me from beyond the walls.....
why had my mother told me to meet her here and she was not there.....
I found a ltter in a golden envelope on a small table in the center
of the room...it was from my mother
" vanessa...please dont be sad...i am here...i am all around you right now...
i am with my family and we are all watching you even now as you read this...
the murals my darling daughter is each of ours legacy to the ones we leave behind....
if you look you will find me here.....there will be no funeral...no long good byes....
just you here with us and discovering our family secret
we love you and you are welcome here whenever you need us...
and when the time comes you too will know what to do
mother"
I found my mother quickly after reading the letter...
far back in the far corner of the room there was a log cabin
with a porch that faced west toward the sunset,
my mother always loved the sunset....and there in a rocker,
painting was my mother...it seemed as if she could see me
and as i drew closer i could see she was painting me...
...she was painting me ...in the room at the top of the stairs.