Peeping Tom

A floral scent makes him pause

Beside the slightly ajar bathroom door.

He can feel a heat on his skin

That the warm hallway didn’t cause.

A sensation that he can’t ignore

Begins to radiate from within.

Silently, he turns to look inside.

The image of her water-soaked form

Meets his eagerly nervous eyes.

His calm expression does hide

Lustful feelings building like a storm,

Watching a slender leg rise

From the depths of bubble-filled water,

To be met with tantalising fingers

Rubbing the flesh with a lotion.

Standing in the shadows watching her

Hand move up her thigh and lingers

Between her legs with a devotion.

Head thrown back, open mouth,

A face contorted with pleasure,

Hips thrusting towards her palm.

A rippling wave from down south,

Body shaking for good measure,

No effort made to keep calm.

He takes a sudden breath, deep,

That he’d been holding inside

Alarmed, she looks towards the sound

And into the eyes of the peep.

With a smirk she opens her legs wide,

To let him know he’s been found.

Raising a finger to beckon him in,

Then moving it down, touching more,

Slowly picking up the pace.

Not quite believing his win,

He turns to close the bathroom door,

And clicks the lock into place.


Only Physically Pure

Motionless in the shower
Letting the water cascade over me
So hot that it numbs my skin
A redness starts to flower
But as senseless as my body may be
I can still feel what’s within

I turn my head to the side
Streams of water make their way
Into my ear, where confined
As if led there by a guide
But as all sound starts fading away
I can still hear what’s in my mind

Raising my hands up to my face
The water is hiding the tears
I cover my eyes till they’re red
Wishing anything else in their place
But as all vision now disappears
I can still see what’s in my head

I desperately grab for the soap
Mercilessly rubbing it thin
Wash away all that’s been
Is there any way I can cope?
But as I scrub away at my skin
I can still never feel clean