Unconventional Desire
I'm a stalkera nightwalker
and I dress up
just like Peter Parker
I walk around in your house
quiet like a mouse
while I pretend
that you're my spouse
You got my affection
without any detection
since I'm not that good
at handle rejection
When you're asleep
I will creep
next to your bed and peep
You're not aware
I am there
Watching you sleep
from the rocking chair
In disguise
I rub your thighs
darling apple
of my eyes
I'll kiss you on your cheek
oh sweet babycake
And take a last peek
before you finally wake..
Poetry by tobias wedin
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Written on 2009-09-17 at 13:48
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