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Click hereSo you just want to watch,
huh?
I dunno,
you’re a pretty sexy yourself,
and I can tell by the look in my lady’s eye
that we’d both want more than you
just watching us.
Yeah,
I’m staring back at you
over her shoulder as I unbutton her blouse,
watching you watching us
as she unbuckles my trousers.
Until she shoves me back onto the bed
to climb over me.
Then it’s her turn
to invite you with her stare,
her lips descend upon me,
but I can see her eyes
are locked on yours.
But I’m not letting her finish,
oh no, not yet,
and I see your own hand
has slid down
between your legs.
Moving in time to her mouth were you?
Imagining her between your legs,
moving in that rhythm that your hand keeps up?
Stroking
as you watch me move between her legs,
pushing into her,
thrusting into her.
Her head hanging off the side of the bed,
both of us watching you watching us,
each thrust rocking her in time to your own hand.
Her tongue licks her lips,
no doubt wanting to taste you,
come on now,
enough of this watching,
join us.
The most sexy thing about this poem is that I can't decide if the voyeur is a man or a woman. Just the way you are 'talking' to the lucky watcher would indicate it's a woman, but what if it's not? The possibilities behind that are beyond hot to me.
....sexay! Wonderfully structured drawing the reader along - much like a voyuer.