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...

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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...

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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...

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In glamor-light of sunset
a new crowd of cumulus clouds arrive
and revive a sepia sky-scene—
unworldly woolgatherers gather
spinning fantasy fluff into quixotic yarns
of debutantes dancing with honeymoon...

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“Something More” 

Softly pastels spill
from lips where
crimson speaks the heart

time brushed its coarse
hands along the body 
of my work 

and like a voyeur
you watched
the romance...

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What might you find there
down deep in my soul
Within the darkness
of that expansive hole
Will there be substance 
Will there be diamonds or coal
Step down the...

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Once more you appear, crossing my threshold
after breaking the lock to memory's door.
Your illusion enters without bothering to knock,
stepping into my room as a wavering...

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This is a woman
Heartbroken, torn up from all sides
Yet willing to conquer
This is a girl
Trapped in a web, gasping
Spun fierce by her very two hands


This...

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My thoughts today, take me to the window
         Yes not those made of glass are of concern
Windows...

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Hard edged (unreality) you face away from my immediacy (candour eschewing) inimically you parody, offering as nice the complexity of ''vice''exploiting even nature 

(as voyeur...

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“Ten Years, Somewhere in their Lost Neighbourhood”

Of course,
he said, like a god,
there is no course,
one must simply go with the flow
the penumbra stands waivering its...

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You want me to write something so you can laugh
I will try, but it's an art or a craft
How am I to make you giggle?...

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"You're here," he whispered from shadows

My fragrance consorted before me 
Heady scent of musk-infused blooms 
Intoxicating allure, lustfully impure

On the bed was an opened poetry...

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The pricking sun starts to hide
when the stars unfurl their cloaks
The darkness starts to creep this evening
Oh I can feel my spirit rising

I stayed at...

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