When she she showers, she knows that he peeps…
He comes into her room while she sleeps…
Though he’s just her kid brother,
Still, somehow or other,
It just kind of gives her the creeps.
Tag: voyeur
Bent
The most marvellous thing about Glenda,
Is how one can usefully bend her
In curious ways,
And erotic displays,
For which God, perhaps, didn’t intend her!
A gentleman
The train swayed; she was nodding and dozing,
Not knowing what she was exposing.
I did try my best
Not to stare at her breast,
Through the blouse she’d been careless in closing!
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.”
Slit image
Billy whispered “You’ll never guess what!”
To his friend, Tom, “I saw this girl squat
In her garden, to pee…
And she knew I could see…
Her whole bum and her… thing…her… slit? Slot?
Private dancer
In the darkness a stranger was lurking,
His hand on his cock, panting, jerking,
While she, unaware
Of his lecherous stare,
Stood there smiling, nude, practising twerking.
Springboard
When he heard her bedsprings start to squeak,
Her young brother would hasten to peek,
While she squealed and moaned,
Being thoroughly boned,
To observe Jack, her boyfriend’s technique.
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?”
Curiosity piqued
God, she thought. The damn chap has a cheek!
Creeping, looking through keyholes, the sneak.
Never mind. What the hell?
She’s quite chuffed, truth to tell…
If he wants to peek, let the man peek!