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About This Poem
The Bathroom Peeper
Lured by the light in bathroom,
The bathroom peeper comes,
Prowling through the layers of darkness.
Seeing two paws clinging on the window bars
Of secrecy, or a pair of hot eyes
Burning through the holes of lust,
A village virgin whoops,
When the bathroom peeper slinks away.
As the hot sun rays warm the canal ,
He hides in the bushy banks,
Throwing his blue eyes in to the distant nudity.
Sometimes, he is seen being chased
By the rustics with bamboo sticks.
But quick oblivion is a bliss,
And he gets duty bound again.
Hiding is a risk
But peeping is a pleasure.
Through the twigs and bars,he stares
At the other side of pleasures.
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