I love the idea
Of him watching us.
Dim lighting betrays him
Through his prised open curtains.
Me, on all fours,
Taking my pleasure,
And him – Silently panting
From across the road.
Watching and squinting
And furiosly wanking,
With his tissues in hand,
In front of cold window panes.
In anticipation of need
He watches me bend,
Twist and arch,
And push back in revenge.
I look out through
My open window,
And mouth my pleasure,
As I shake and I quiver.
I know he’s joined me
In abject bliss,
Making a mess,
On the chair where he sits.
And then we come
To the morning after,
Touching my knickers
Hung out to dry.
A lascivious smile
Spreads on my lips
As I watch him sniff
At the gusset he fingers.
With mischevous eyes
I tap the window.
Startled, he runs,
Stumbles and falls,
Clutching at my knickers
From the night before.
Sneaking them back to his
Decrepit and sleezy abode.
Away from my gaze
He believes he is safe.
But I know that tonight
And with all my grace,
My anus will take
My husbands cock.
In the hope that he watches
Through his prised open curtains.
And when it is time
For me to explode.
I hope he stands there
With a hand on his cock,
And with my knickers
Held up to his nose.
While he watches and cums
Over cold window panes.
