Moistened thighs
Standing at your window, my eyes fixated on your curves, knowing you are more beautiful than any poet could deserve
I watch you when you shower, as the water runs across your skin, I'm mesmerized by your beauty, as my mind runs off to sin
I love to watch you get dressed, I adore your underwear, I love you wearing pretty lace, still covered but quite bare
Your body is covered in sheer lace, caressing your soft and sexy figure, my eyes covers all of you as my cock gets bigger
Every moment I spend looking at you, makes my pulse quicken to a race, beating forever faster, by one look into your face
Desire and wonderment, runs deep inside my brain, dreaming of secretly watching you, within my voyeurs game
Peeping, quietly through all my dream, when you're all alone, filming and taking pictures of my muse on my mobile phone
Silently watching you, I'm your voyeur in the night, I dream you are here with me, sharing your passions every night
I hope you know I'm watching you, with wild desire in my eyes, a want every inch of you, I want to get between your moisten thighs
THE KINKY POET