Best Voyeuristic Poems

I’d like to pretend that my hands aren’t dirty 

from the soap of mental suppression,

that the callouses are from hard work,

and not from picking my...

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you read out of obligation
a tit for tat consolation
a "thank you for your visit" affirmation

it's cool, this unspoken rule
I do it too, so what’s new?
It's...

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Place parsed pennies, purposely upon pretty porcelain palms.
The wanderer, restrained her raised ranting wrists!
She fell to her Humpty Dumpty position,
unable to ever be put back...

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Place parsed pennies, purposely upon pretty porcelain palms.
The wanderer, restrained her raised ranting wrists!
She fell to her Humpty Dumpty position,
unable to ever be put back...

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"The Unlit Flame at Blue Feather’s Cross Roads"



Words these days are seldom Red
like drops of lifeless blood falling cold on a hot frying pan,
sentences are...

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"Treasure Box"

The etymologist considered "themselves" singular;

like a butterfly collector they pulled the pincushion 
out from the treasure box and proceeded to capture words
pinning them to...

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A covert curtain raiser pulls a string and marvels at an epic scene

	Though parsimonious in essence the stage appears rather obscene

		Black cross and pitch dark...

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Chet lived creepily in the back of the tavern, hidden. 
No one bothered him. He lived vicariously through the others.
The pretty barflies who flitted in...

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An off-day for the quill: I’m channel surfing
from a carpeted beach beneath beveled
canopy.  My legs haplessly dangle flung
overboard crossing a comfortable
black leather partition provided...

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I dreamt your illusion
                    {In voyeuristic...

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(a response to a provocative post)

Your voyeuristic **** post
Has got me choking on my toast
I should have better things to do
Than commenting on sex and...

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Intimate moments were shared – his fingers sweep her lovely neck, tickling her frets.
Releasing sweet rhythms from the depths of her maple wood heart,
her vocal...

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Everything has a fee,
Nothing on Earth's for free,
There is no relation,
Without compensation,
Unless it's just me versus me.

Something always involves cost,
From breathing to auto exhaust,
Imagine, people...

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From some place high and far away.

Not too far away.

A concrete habitat gilded with glass, steel and twinkling electric light.

I like to watch the city...

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"Midnight to 3.33, Morning Kills"



He said, 
“Go to where the poets go
Love rolls wet and sways
Intensity wraps itself inside out
and somersaults its legs backward
to open...

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