Watching you

You asked for an Erotic piece
Said write whatever comes to mind
That's fine
But make sure it rhymes

My first thought was of you completely bare
You were playing with yourself
I loved it and couldn't break the state

You perfect specimen
Standing over there
Getting off
It was so so hot

Now I'm no peeping Tom
But I'll turn into one for you
That bronze, chizzled body
Watching you is my new hobby

Your storm erupts within
I hear you and the birds also join in
They sing
But we have nothing to say

We didn't need to
You fulfilled my day
In that sexy way
This woman watching you didn't need to get her way
Because what I witnessed
Was just as pleasurable as a lay
I hope you have a wicked day.