My lovely wife got mail from our preferred Voyeur:
Doris..YOUR BUSH IS BRISTLING with the midday
fire of the sun.. your vagina a conflagration..
your labia glowing orange.. so smooth..so alive
under the cover of female fur.. exposed to me
the interloper with my hot little mind, my brain
hungry for those second lips of yours.. my dry
mouth needing to wet itself on them as they
throb.. I’m a dirty visionary, wandering in
a wasteland.. like all men.. seeing you and
another man straddling each other’s swollen
genitals.. always I watch but never do..from the
shadow of the overhanging branches..I undo my pants..
..I hold my thick silken,iron slab of man-meat as I wait
for your animal screams and I explode.
I WAIT like a hungry voyeur..
By the Voyeur
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