His attractionA Poem by MagdelenaThrough the eyes of a stalker..
He watches her
By the large oak tree in her backyard Hidden in darkness, he waits Silently, he stands. Time is of no meaning Nights turn into days Then weeks, turn into months. And he stands Each and every night. A glimpse is all he ask A scent of her perfume Is what he craves Ahhh, to touch... Eyes closed, He inhales His heart beating rapidly From thoughts, wicked thoughts Behind closed lids, he sees her His attraction Music plays within his thoughts And he sways Slowly moving, behind the large oak tree She is with him In his arms Quivering, he holds her close Inhales her scent. Jasmine, his mind says Her sweet, sweet, scent. He dreams of her wanting him, as much as he does her Yes.... They are meant to be She is his, always was. And if not..... Jolted from his dreams, he sees her bedroom light go on Her figure passing by the open window Eyes as dark as the night Watches silently Hungrily Against his leg he feels the heavy weight Looks down A hunting knife. Shiny and sharp Glistening in the darkened night. Once more his eyes move, towards her window Then slowly he moves The cover of the oak tree, no longer his hiding place. He moves steadily Towards the light shinning down on him She is his They are meant to be. A small smile appears then Her window beckoning him closer His fingers lovingly touch the sharpened edge of the knife. Yes.... She is his. © 2011 MagdelenaReviews
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Added on March 16, 2011Last Updated on March 16, 2011 Tags: Fantasy/horror AuthorMagdelenaCharlotte, NCAboutHello to all; Been awhile since I been on. Most know me, some don't. Hopefully I can get to know the few that don't and catch up with all the other fine fellow poets/friends that have become so.. more..Writing
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