A Night-Time Glance Poem by Princewill Thompson

At dark when many souls had slept,
Deeply devoid of every sense,
My eyes awoke and slowly crept,
To images over the fence.
A female's resolve lightly swept,
By one whose face gave out pretense,
Carnal glances she did accept,
She was foolish in his defense.
And it went on, quiet they kept,
But I viewing may take offense,
From what I saw I faintly wept,
Recalling not my verse or tense;
You read at your own expense.