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
