The help

Said my butler, the soul of discretion,
Composed both of voice and expression,
“Milord, might I look,
While you’re fucking with cook?
And a word, sir: she fancies it Grecian.”

Peek-a-boo!

He’d had women… a few… once a whore,
But liked peeking… the young girl next door,
His own sister, some others…
Friends’ girlfriends… friends’ mothers…
It all turned him on more and more!

Unfazed

“Oh! It’s just you… you gave me a scare!”
She said, shower-damp, glistening, bare…
“Don’t you live down the street?
Would you please be so sweet
As to pass the shampoo while you’re there?”