Peek-a-boo

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.

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?”