Image: Voyeur or Exhibitionist by Andi Kunar (via breathtakingportaits).

 

Across the street I’m sure I saw

A curtain twitch, a glimpse of light

Curious eyes secretly peering

Spies in a sticky summer night

 

Our neighbours must have heard us, dear

Bare bum spankings do result in quite a din

Slaps and moans echo all around

And an open window can’t keep a whacking in

 

There’s nothing to stop our lurid sounds

I see every nearby window is agape

Admitting cool night air to ventilate

And naughty sounds behind our drapes

 

Listen dear, can you hear that buzz?

Liz from number 8 is wanking over your disgrace

Slowly riding her old noisy vibe

Whilst wishing she was in your place

 

Ah, now I can hear next-door’s rocking squeaks

Roger timing his thrusts to my every smack

The sound of spanking clearly turns them on

His wife moans moments after every whack

 

Can you hear that coming from number 12?

Sounds like Sarah’s getting her bottom tanned

I wonder if we’ve turned her bottom pink too

Inspiring her to bend before her husband’s hand

 

Suddenly I’m the conductor of our cul-de-sac

A symphony of spanks and gasps and cries

A melody of buzzes, squeaks and moans

Stiffening the behind-the-curtain spies

 

Are you proud of what you’ve inspired?

I see your performance has made you soaking wet

Up from my knee, you naughty minx

Don’t dare think I’m finished yet…

 

Whilst you stand naked, by the window

I watch our neighbours’ curtains twitch

Peeping at your glorious silhouette

How your figure must make their crotches itch

 

Meanwhile a laptop glows on my naked lap

As I write a post about our game

Soon you’ll see how hard it makes me

To tell the world about your shame