Thomas couldn’t wait for their big date

He stood on the sidewalk nervous

By the end he hoped they would gyrate

Instead of the usual lip service

Fantasies aplenty filled his head

Desirous of being a couple

Wanting to serve her breakfast in bed

Spoon her delicates and everything supple

She readied herself inside the house

Bathed fresh with a perfume spritz

Worried her date might be a louse

Her selection of men was the pits

Donned a garter belt with not much more

Stood smiling in front of a mirror

Willing to give access to her back door

She longed for him to be nearer

He stood and he watched from afar

A voyeur without many qualms

She smiled at him, heart and window ajar

Preparing to date a Peeping Tom