Half past ten and she’s retiring to bed Slipping off her clothes Seeking comfort under covers
Washing away the filth from a long work day Night cream on and a silk negligee
Pinning up tentacles of fiery red curls The breeze brushes her bare skin Windows creak, Branches scratch the sill
Zooming in closely for a better peek Night vision enabled, camped out as she sleeps
Filming my darling So soft and so sweet Hiding in bushes so the neighbors don’t see
How do you love someone you’ve never heard speak? I’m still not sure but I’ve been filming for weeks.