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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
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
Published 22nd Aug 2022
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