Inflicted with addictions,
That keep them whipped...
In pleasure obsessions.
On their toes to peep through,
Peep holes.
To gratify voyeur obligations!
With secret spycams planted,
To grant invasions sweet.
Neatly placed...
To reveal naked paces.
And maybe a face to stalk...
Without introductions to uncloak!
Slowpokes in steps behind walking.
These folks rub crotches,
As others block watch.
For signs out of place,
And out of line!
They are all bed hoppers...
Trying to find peace of mind,
Behind closed blinds...
And scheduled from time to time!
For encouraged meetings met!
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