The Wicked Fence (1)

As I kneel I spy To your body I can eye Twenty-five feet away You are making My day I crawl along the Picket fence Soft grass under my knees My heart pounding at what It feels To what my two eyes See Lying there by your pool A sight for any man to drool Naked you are A beauty by far Breast and thighs For my peeping eyes This view so great Oh if only you were My mate Your body all tan And tight This I will remember Later tonight To fence end I crawl Quickly I depart So swiftly I almost fall Over and over for the next Week My mind on neighbor I lust I think I’m glad no one saw me crawling there This must have been quite a sight But the burden I must bear Down at the corner store You I see But clothes You now wore As my eyes Ran over your body And breast You smiled Tilted your head To me you coyly said Grass stains come out With a little bleach