A person watching his lover through the window from outside.

I cautiously peek in, Your standing on the other side. I am getting cold, You are warming by the fire. I try to hide, In the bushes from the moon. You peel your clothes off, I cant stay here for ever. I think I love you, I dont know how to begin, Standing here watching you, On the outside looking in. Read more: http://authspot.com/poetry/peekingthrough-your-window/#ixzz1S1lNnYM7

Im a voyeur to her deepest secrets; Listening in on her sighs, moans, and cries. What she doesnt want me to know, I take in with ease; Hearing the television get louder, as her noises keep pitch. Inaudible whispers that penetrate her volume. Ill let her walk around with the knowledge that, No one knows. Yet, at night, truths come out. Stories become told through loud-mouth walls. I sit as it reveals all. She denied her truths, But, I wont deny her mine. So, let me let you in on my little secret Im a voyeur to your deepest secrets. Read more: http://authspot.com/poetry/secrets-frombeyond-the-wall/#ixzz1S1mLwKof

What do you mean by privacy? One may say that it is the state of being alone or the state of being secure with no harm from anyone. Now, some may refute this statement, saying that that is no need for being private as they are not going to harm if they know their personal things. However, this is not the truth. In privacy lies sacredness. Privacy is not for hiding your wrongdoings from people. It is the feeling of safety and protection one feels when one is at home, shielded from the rest of the world. Man is a social animal. True said, however, Man needs privacy as much as he needs being in company of other people. Now, when you respect someone in the true sense of the word, you do not try to invade the privacy of that person, no matter what. There are some really perverse forms of psychological disorders such as Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, wherein the people do not really respect others and harm their privacy and are against their own privacy. There are some cults like Naturalists who do not wear clothes as part of some beliefs, which again is a kind of psychological disorder. Privacy is a form of self and others respect. Privacy is not hypocrisy, it is a healthy sign of respect and care. So, peeping toms, you will have a hard time if you do not kick the habit. Read more: http://authspot.com/thoughts/whyprivacy-is-so-sacred/#ixzz1S1lohyUm

to satiate uncurbed lust or inherent shameful voyeuristic streak and fetish for satin and lace lingerie adorned a mannequin in private finery ogling at inanimate doll with lustful gaze let the imagination run on streets of passionate abandon reliving all erotic novel stealthily devoured and all steamy scences of adult movies seen but my bubble burst when my fat wife came waddling in a mother hen with chicks in tow who ogled with popping eyes at the mannequin lying adorned in lingerie shame on face did flame telling the tale to shrewd eyes of my wife and I found myself turned out of home parked on tthe park bench for many a night

Read more: http://authspot.com/poetry/guiltysecret/#ixzz1S1mbJcw1 Voyeurism by Roger A. Ochs Friday, November 15, 2002 Her fingers long, soft-tipped stroking his upper back softly squeezing his

shoulder She kneads the nape of his neck caressing the cup of his ear trailing his five o'clock shadow She does not cannot will not know how deeply I am moved His palm slides absently from the small of her back over the swell of her hip softly patting the upper reaches of her thigh He does not cannot will not know how my hand remembers similar voyages They are each young enough to have a future While my years reflect excessive past In sleep they dream sweetly My nightmares rage bitterly Their hormones leap and release While my mourn and remember They look at me never knowing That I look at them with envy as they move to life While I to the great perhaps Virtual Voyeur by Jamillah

Voyeur Ive qualified to be so named. Suppose I should be but am not ashamed. Indulging in everything having the appearance of appeal.. whether imagined or real, Im a functional aholic, getting off vicariously wherever others go.. appropriating their joy or sorrow.. good-feelings and climaxes, Their despair.. with cunning. I can {pretend to} bust off some othas rhyme.. - Im clevaaa w/ comments. And, sometimes.. I can make you bust off mine.. {..or so you say.. in so many words}. The only help I need, I get lurking publicly behind computer screens.. scrolling.. Round midnight, Im right at home on homepages.. My name is Avatar.. Im nameless.. and faceless.. but I can fucking read.. and Im scrolling.. I want to give you a good feeling.. so let me see. Pour your ink out to me. I wont waste it.. Ill feel what you felt when he broke your heart.. when she played you.. when your homeboy was shot.. when your best friend fucked your man.. and Ill tell you its so good.. YOURE so good.. I dont even see stars anymore.. . . Youll just be one of my regulars.. ..A fav.

i'm an exhibitionist. by Kel-Kel

Entertainingmmm.... ...Opulence lending Finest details Pristine particulars Antiquity Master Craft Artisan blending rendering finest Drape before grandeur Your Polished character details Unimagined fashion spectacular Cicerone call craving contour Ornate countenance your Provenance of prominence You, born for the stage Camera lens lush lust lending Naked daylight the natural For follow exquisite bending You are ruby, You the diamond Skin bronze patina dazzle fix blinding Texture depth ore gold within Spectacular smile Three dimensional tactile Silhouette smirk shining

i don't like those neglected moments in which i'm hanging off the silence and it's allowing me to think, i need to be watched, tended to, lusted after, sought for, approached by, loved. and this is why i'm an exhibitionist. hallways, and train stays, hospices, and dentist offices, sky rises, and back seats of corvettes, if it's wet it's ready and i need the burning of eyes to capitulate off my svelte figure as it climaxes multiple times, i need scared women to find their courage in their panties as they wind their hips to my rhythm. i need men to stroke their egos and squeeze the ripe smell of fresh cum sliding down the shaft getting off to the way i get off, both hard and soft. back shots, and swallowing down to the last seed, i couldn't be an actress, i'm too nonchalant for the roles, i'm cut from a directors cloth, his dick inside my body is my big scene. my screams, and my cries, the widening of eyes when they've discovered my hypnotic trance of the way i take chances and the dance my titties make and they shake, the way my thighs quake, and how my last moan tremors, and my toes quiver and i esponge all kinds of sacred cum on the ground, i've staked out behind garbage cans and witnessed homeless men lick my nest juices right off the ground. i'm proud, i'm an exhibitionist...my words that is. Exhibitionist Ever the exhibitionist You, with so very much for the offering mmm... Pleasing to the eyes ear mouth finger tips Attention spans longing... Exquisite wonder Uncover adventure discover Secluded ardor amour Sculptress chipping my rigours of armour