the moon from the east

The neighbors across the way pull up
the blinds and turn on the light in the
living room. Our eyes meet. The woman
undresses, her back toward me. Her shirt
falls to the floor and the man reaches around
her and strokes at her back. He buries his face
in her neck and his hand glides along her side
and to the front.

The woman lifts her arms and curls her fingers
through her hair. Her ass is firm as she cocks her
hips, and the man lowers his touch and spreads
her. At the side now, I can see her chest heave
and she throws back her head and her mouth
draws open.

The man lowers out of view, but the woman sucks
at her lower lip and a curl of a smile emerges from
the side of her mouth. She looks down. Her tongue
is barely visible as it glides along her lips. She lowers
too and she is facing me through the window.

Her breasts are firm. The nipples pert. She is down
and ascending as her back arches like a cat in
conflict. Through narrow slits, she stares at me.
Her lips part and close and she is clenching her
jaw as she rides faster. His hands are cupping
her breasts, feeling at the nipples, glancing around
the hot flesh and squeezing. I can see the sounds
come from her, but I can not hear a thing. Her head
lowers and she whips back, sending black silk through
the air and over her shoulder, some of it tumbling along
her arms.

Her eyes are wide. She is piercing me with the glare
of an animal sizing up its prey. Her motions are fierce,
controlled, instinctual.

She bites at her lip, snarls, grinds against the unseen man,
and forces his hands tighter around her tits. She is exploding
in contorting motions. She bends forward, shaking. I see her
sigh. She is still.

A moment later and the blinds close and I'm glancing at the
moon coming over the hills to the east above tiny flecks of light
from the city below.