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Voyeur Erotica

I stand on the bath mat, fresh from the hot shower
My body pink and tingling, nipples erect
The touch of the towel is like a playful lover
And dropping it on the floor, my finger strays between my legs
Like the light brush of soft lips
In a crowded room, promising pleasures to come

In front of the hand basin I place one foot
Up on the side of the bath, and I soap myself
The razor leaves a perfect pink trail
As it follows the line of the top of my thigh

Outside the window is the garden where I played
In the far off days of my lost innocence
And I notice the yellow curtains in the upstairs window
Of the house opposite twitch, as a shaking hand
Moves them to get a better view
I smile knowingly. And down below, the razor continues its work

Later, pyjama'd and dressing gowned, I sit
At the kitchen table and sip from a pottery mug
"Good shower love? " she asks, glancing round
"Mmm, not bad," I reply.�