“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!
Tag: voyeur
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!
All in the family
She stands, dripping. He stares. Damn intrusive!
Her step-dad as well… so abusive!
Though, truth to admit,
It’s just this kind of shit,
To which flashing her tits is conducive.
Humidy and tumidity
He watched, hidden; a perfumed mist swathed
Him and her both, like sweat, as she bathed.
He did things, in his mind,
Of the nastiest kind.
She emerged, nonetheless, quite unscathed!
Uninvited guest
Silent partner
In a corner, concealed, he lurks.
She undresses; he leers and smirks.
He imagines her shock,
Should she see his fat cock,
At which, watching, his sweaty hand jerks!
Best laid plans
Her tits joggled and swayed, unsupported;
His eyes goggled, watching, and watered!
He jerked himself sore,
Would have liked to do more,
But she screamed, and his scheming was thwarted.