Why Lady Godiva Gives Me An Erection
By iznogoud
I'm a peeping tom. Today I caught a flash of flesh. From under the space between the sleeve and arm. Then her eyes locked mine, all-knowing, but not-so-inviting. Yesterday I traced a nipple through some translucent cotton. Heightened by sweat. Even as her lover's eyes froze mine. It never seems to end. Does that plump one on the bus stop desire a fuck? Did that cute pout get one last night? Gosh, those tits...but she's just fifteen. Why the hell is she walking like that? My veins throb. Cowper seems to discover new life. Blood rushes. Every seven minutes, or was it ten. I switch on the telly. 'Boob Tube' seems approriate. The heaving, the shaking, the booty licks. Even as I gently press the buttons. I yearn for those cleaves. Those navels. Those beads. That hint of hair beneath the sleeve. I'm a jerk you might say, even as I jerk every day. But a peeping tom is just that. A slave to his own, unique fantasy. Till he looks into the mirror and sees self. And zooms back into the ugly reality.Just a very honest appraisal of this one! Written December 3rd, 2001 © on Dec 02 2001 06:52 PM PST 18 • 0 • 16
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"I'm a peeping tom...."