CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF YOU

I cannot get enough of you.

I follow you to work.

I’m sorry but this is true,

And I have many other quirks.

I wait and follow you home again.

And quietly slip through your door.

To watch You is my evil plan.

I desire nothing more.

I sneak into your closet,

 And caress all in your clothes.

And if you were a prophet,

You would know which ones I chose.

I lick your dirty dishes,

In the kitchen sink.

I even go through your trash(es),

Even though it stinks .

I sniff all the doorknobs,

That you daily touch.

And greatly my heart throbs,

So much I have to blush.

I stand inside your shower,

Hoping for a drop of wet.

Some of that sublime water,

That washed off all your sweat.

I find a pair of your underwear,

And wear it on my head.

Then as quietly as I dare,

I’ll crawl under your bed 

I’ll crawl out in the morning,

After you’ve gone to your office.

And I’m giving you this warning:

Next time I’ll be less cautious 

By Gene