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Your Creep

Poetry By: Love Reaper
Poetry



Intro to a new short story.


Submitted:Dec 15, 2009    Reads: 162    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   


Hello beautiful,
It's me,
Again,
Wondering,
How are you today?
Giving you this,
For however many times,
Anyhow,
You know you are very beautiful,
Especially in the night.
I love the way you stroke your gorgeous brunette hair,
Contemplating what ever is on your simple mind.
I like how right before you go to bed,
You stare in the mirror,
Undress ever so slowly,
Teasing me,
Like you know I'm watching you,
Driving me to insanity.
You know I love the way you sleep,
Roughly through winter.
I feel a little bad because you always complain,
About how hot it is in your room to your mom.
See the thing is,
When your mom goes to sleep,
And your dad goes to work,
I turn up the thermostat,
Knowing that you'll strip most of your clothes off,
And I'll be able to see you in your undergarments.
Don't worry though,
I'll never touch you,
Only when you want me to,
But I must admit,
I do record every movement you make.
See I'm in love with you...
Do you remember when we met?
You bumped into me by accident and said sorry.
That day changed my life forever.
Your voice,
So angelic,
Even your rough bump,
Was so soft.
I recorded that day,
April 5th, 2009 12:40 P.M.,
30 seconds.
30509124030
Is now my favorite number.
See you belong to me...
I'm off now, but,
I'll be watching,

Sincerely,
Your Creep.





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