She’d stand naked and pose, preen and primp,
And her little kid brother, the imp,
With a lump in his crotch,
Liked to stand there and watch…
“So,” he said. “I could be, like, your pimp!”
Tag: voyeur
Innocent bystander
“Oh, unkind! To have called me a perv!”
He complained. “That I do not deserve!
Being old… curse my luck!
I can’t manage to fuck…
But I like, nonetheless, to observe!”
Object of desire
Softly rounded, delightfully curved,
Unaware she was being observed,
Not quite all-over tanned…
The boy came in his hand…
Which was more than the bastard deserved!
The siesta
In the heat of the day, as she naps,
Skirt scrunched up, it exposes the flaps
Of her pussy, poor girl,
(The moist flesh, the soft curl),
To a man passing by, say, perhaps!
Brotherly love
She slept naked and, when sound asleep,
Her unscrupulous brother would peep.
Sometimes, even, he’d touch,
And then, daring so much,
Fuck her too, sneaky, snivelling creep!
Sneak preview
“Ooh la la! Mad’moiselle, c’est tres chic!”
Said the salon guy, slimy damn sneak!
“Please, try this one as well!”
But, of course, she could tell
He just wanted another damn peek!
Camera obscura
Playing fantasies, lewd and unfettered,
He watched her each night, silhouetted
Against her drawn blind,
(If she knew, would she mind?)
Till the front of his trousers was wetted!
Making a spectacle of oneself
As a rule, self-possessed and reserved,
She now found herself rather unnerved;
Getting off on her hand,
One could not understand
Why the bastard just sat there and perved!
Evocative
In the bathroom, the light bright and steamy,
Her skin damply lucent and creamy;
Eyes glued to the crack,
He could just see her back,
But imagined the rest, hotly dreamy.
Ahem!
Were her dress just an inch or two higher,
He thought, and began to perspire,
He might, perhaps, see,
If she moved her left knee,
Just a glimpse … Oh! The pain of desire!