The Horror of You

Out there, I feel you watch me. Stalking me from the darkest of shadows. Excites my heart to the point of joy. Knowing that you're not far behind. Looking over my shoulder every day. That chill you sending down my spine. Frightens me down to the core. Yet, You are hoping to get a hand on me. Following me into the night, wanting a taste of me, but the thought of never getting what you want. Scares you to the point of no return. That horror rattles you. where you feel the need to haunt me. licking at the wounds you wish to inflict upon me. The thought of you hurting me brings you pleasure. The horror you feel of me gone. Makes you mad at the world, and you would do anything possible, just to force me to submit at your feet.