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…
The welcome return of hot sultry weather.
All the more reason to shed one’s clothes, don’t you think?