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The Creeper part 3

Poetry By: Atton Brown
Horror



Not sure it's as good as the others but The Creeper stalks again


Submitted:Dec 7, 2009    Reads: 88    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Thunder Claps

He stalks you
Coldly in the night
Lick his chin
Playing pocket pool
As your nipples shine
Your window
Tap. Tap….Silence
He messed up
But he will
Never run
You stop
Shirt
Pants
Socks
Shoes
Dressed
You leave your house
But
He's waiting
Watching
You crawl
His way
It's dark
You reach out
He giggles
And
Licks
Your nose
Strokes
Your forehead
Scary
Not that he does it
But
You like it
You let him
Fondle
Your knee caps
Finger
Your ear holes
He inhales
Glorious earwax
Wiggles
Your weenies
Eyes roll back
Adam's apple vibrates
Closer
You ask his name
But he does not answer
He runs
It's sad
You love
The Creeper




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