Peeping Tom Scarlett Red Hot Roxanne
Pretty adorned in scarlet Red
from head to toe undergarment
included
She goes by the name I believe
of those who know her affectionately
as
Roxanne
With matching lipstick and eyeshadow
She has no need for blush as her cheeks
always seem plentiful enough rosy
Which always makes me think when
I see her standing there
Right in full view in front of her bedroom
window brazen as hell dressed no less
in her skimpy negligee lingerie underwear
In fact come to think of it ver strange but
the only time she ever seems to close
her curtains is during the day
When the majority of her male friends pop
round for a quick half an hour or so visit
then leave
Why on earth then doesn't she try
turn the heating down in there
Because given what she is dressed down
in it sure as hell must be hot in there
And I am not quite sure she knows or
is aware that this particular area or
part of town
Has sadly now become over time a bit run
down and gathered a reputation for
being shall we say a tad seedy and
frequented by undesirables
But unfortunately she obviously isn't as
streetwise and as cool as me
Colonel Peeping Tom commanding
officer of my local neighborhood watch
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2022
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