My Stalker
How can something so beautiful be so hidden?
Within the shadows, kept and forbidden
My stalker draped in the finest silken cloak
Breath upon my pillow when I awoke
Tapping of fingers upon my computer screen
And dreams of what might have been
Stalker of wants and lust felt needs
Alone at night she gently feeds
Stalking me from far away
With tempted visions of another day
I still don't know how you can stalk
Because I simple love to hear you talk
Stalking me is one of my life long wishes
The other is being smothered in your kisses
Stalker of words and poetic charms
Come stalk with me within my arms
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