I checked my clock as I shuffled across the room. 3:03 AM not the nicest of times to be awake. As I groggily poured myself another cup of coffee, squinting through the dim lit living room I admired my handiwork. The rug was clean and aligned with my floor cracks just as I wanted, so were the cushions neatly packed on either side of the couch. The tablecloth was stretched in perfect symmetry on my coffee table, adorned at the centre with my ornate ashtray. The chair near the window was aligned with the window sill in perfect angle to allow me to sit and peek through my telescope.
Some people found it weird as I had the telescope setup horizontally than vertically. My cleanliness was the result of an obsession disorder. As I arranged the coffee sachets in my drawer I moved to the chair and placed the cup at the center of a square coaster on the side table. I peeked through the lens to focus on the bedroom window across the street. Tonight was a sleepover and a sleepless night for both me and you. You were my other unknown obsessive ailment.-
The monotonous noon passes on,
Into distorted shadows,
As crooked eyes to look on,
Through thousand perforations,
Dark space and darker shapes,
Silhouettes of ecstasy,
Searing heat had its desires.-
'tis the season of love,
And I, a known infidel!!
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We are just voyeurs of a vain and unreal world,
Losing sight of the important amidst momentary gratification.-
I was walking past
When i realised
I could peek in
And see you changing.
I put my eye
Close to the key hole.
And see the contours
Of your body
Being revealed
Layer by layer.
And i finally get to see
Your juicy bubble butt.
Now princess
Take off your spaghetti too.
And reveal the mound
Hiding beneath.
Let them fall free
And breathe fresh air.
Lemme imagine
Holding your butt
And pressing them
And a few spankies.-
Wonderfully balanced,
Her ass pushing out,
As her high heels balances her,
Wearing nothing but a panty,
Matching her beautiful little gift, her high heels.
From a loved one.
A voyeur, on the other side of her window,
Watches her, drooling,
Waiting for a taste of her,
Waiting to devour her,
Waiting to waste her,
The best way he could,
And equally the best way she would love.
But for now, the beast subsides,for,
All he gets is a wonderful ass,
So close to feel,
Yet so far to touch.-
to have limits, your curiosity will become toxic.
Voyeuristic, without your knowledge..!-