The watcher

The watcher

Standing outside your window he's getting soaked by the endless rain, it will be worth getting a bad cold to him, to see you naked once again

He's hoping to get a glimpse of your skin, perhaps watch you laying on your bed, it's difficult for him to stay still, with the thoughts running through his head

His heartbeat goes like a freight train, when you put moisturiser on your skin, he prays he'll get to see your pussy and your swollen clit that hides within

Sometimes he think you've seen him, though you never shout or scream, unless you like him watching as you apply your body cream

Pictures are hard for him to take, the flash might give his hiding place away but sometimes he risks it though, Ihe just trusts to luck and pray

Because it's worth the risk to have your pictures on his phone, snippets of your body, to look at when he's all alone

So no matter how the weather is, he's there hiding watching you, rain, sleet, snow or hail, it's a thing he loves to do

Ron