My obsession

My obsession

Hiding in the bushes watching you sun bath in the park, getting glimpses of your skin, makes my passions spark

Yes it is a quiet spot but I can't believe you've removed your dress, I must say your red lingerie really does impress

I watch you reading quietly, then your rub suntan lotion on your skin, watching you stroke yourself, in my mind i help you rub it in

Hands gliding all over you, how I wish that they were mine, I've dreamed of it a million nights, I've even wrote of it in rhyme

Just to touch your sensual body, to slide between your thighs, I must keep myself still and quiet, in case you hear my sighs

I know watching from the bush isn't right, but I'm obsessed with seeing you, I'll risk anything, it's something I just have to do

I can't help wanting to be close to you, to this voyeur you're my breath of air, so whenever you are on your own, with no doubt I will be there

Watching from a distance, even through your windows late at night, I must feed my obsession, though I know it isn't right

Ron