Stalker Remix
He stands at her window,
eager to look in, though
he feels like a creep.
He felt this self loathing
pawing through her clothing.
Still, he wants to peep.
Squinting through the shutters,
heatedly, he mutters
to her in her sleep.
Frenzied in his rant he's
nuzzling the panties
he made sure to keep.
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07/29/2015
Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015
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