Best Voyeur Poems

You look through the windows of my poetry
Deep into the bedroom of my heart
you watch me undress
button by button
It slowly slips down
You adjust the focus
of those binoculars on your screen
reading my poetry
seeing my naked soul
you watch 
for free
at a distance
at a safe distance

You watch me...

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The voyeur moon has promised she

will hide her light tonight and keep

it dark outside if we'll agree

to let her watch us while we sleep

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09/27/2015...

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I watched you this morning.

When the cool of the air settled on the morning buds
leaving only the hint of moist stolen kisses
as golden rays slowly caressed the dew from the petals,

I watched you.

Your Cobalt beauty beseeching my gaze
transcending mere mortal allure,
playful and mischievous
the Goblin dancing...

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open …
I keep my eyes open
to watch you as you kiss me
to think on all that you are thinking
all the carnal thoughts that
might be stirring behind those lids
our lashes so close …
like little feathers that sweep your flesh
cheeks blushing crimson with
sexy thoughts …

I imagine what...

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A chap with strong sexual desire
met a lass in alluring attire.
     Upon a park bench 
     he fondled the wench
watched by the park keeper, a voyeur....

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Silk soft skin and midnight eyes
In those eyes pure passion lies
Heated breath with moistened lips
Soft panting breast with hardened tips
Flushing cheeks, small beads of sweat
All is given with no fear of threat
Soft-lit room from warming fire
Two souls within burn with desire
Heat that built not from...

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I didn’t mean to invade her privacy,
I was simply taking the trash out late that night;
I never noticed how from the back of the house
You could see right into her bedroom when she turned on the light.

The curtains were sheer and not completely closed,
Her silhouette...

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Voyeur Cuz

Wife stealing cousin Wayne,
was the true voyeur,
He’d appear in the room, the silence soon,
Disturbing me and her,
He’d get in the nurses for an orgy,
But he’d just sit an watch,
Drink in the picture,
Don’t step on a Corgi,
He preferred a cuddle not,
Momma was a rented lady,
Cuz...

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There are so many types
That I have seen – 
Would you call me tired?
But then, it does make me tired....
They think they are safe 
And that no one is watching.
So the quiet ones turn boisterous;
The boisterous burst into tears,
The angry smile indulgently,
And the kind metamorphosise...

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Red robins hunt among leaves
Last snowbird arrivals revel in sunlight
Shuffling for acorns ‘neath Live Oak trees
Finding a treat, a scurry they incite

Tangled wings, feathers flying
Squirrel approaches undetected
Amid the din of birds fighting, crying
Nut eaten by a voyeur unaffected


*Entry for Brian’s “Show Me” Contest.  
Written...

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cold rain
to slow-streak the
glass I watch you through -
you and your
christ ...
the ginger bread man,
sugar daddy savior, all that
I was not, (and less) ...
choices of
compromise, to provide
the lifeblood of your
"needs" ...

you, admiring
your bullion reflection in a
shimmering bottle of Armand de Brignac,
smiling for your
'badder' half -
a...

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Lured by the light in the bathroom,
he comes, prowling through 
the layers of darkness.
Seeing the two paws clinging on the 
window bars, and a pair of blue eyes
burning through the holes of lust,
a village virgin whoops, when 
the voyeur slinks away.

As the hot sun rays...

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Lipstick-rimmed wine glass
sits on my night-stand
obtrusive shade of pink
My head punds away amidst these new thoughts.

Never recall faces or names
Nor the times shared that led us here.
I record smells, they stay with me
Still can't put a name or a face with said scent.

No trying on...

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I spied them through our fence. 
They sparred with knuckled fist, 
a father with unruly buck 
beside back door for violent ruck 
that stag was bound to win.

Young eyes that saw that vile display 
did not forget that horrid day,
and now know just how close...

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I heard that those French girls were raunchy as hell 
I thought I’d go find me a young mademoiselle
I’m no work of art and I’m well past my best
But I’ve had a wash and I’ve changed my string vest

My mate said the best girls stand...

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