Lights

It’s half past nine

Time for you to shine

I sit here waiting

For you anticipating

There you are

So close yet so far

Every night

My eyes burn bright

Always yearning for

A knock on your door

The touch of your skin

For me a wide grin

A pull of your hair

Not just an affair

Taking your body

Like there’s nobody

Feeling your breath

A thousand sweet deaths

Perhaps one day

I’ll come out and play

And take a few bites

Under your lights

3 comments

justinaluther says:

July 25, 2014 at 10:28 am

Wow, very creepy.

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1. The Mathematician's Wife says:
  
  July 25, 2014 at 11:02 am
  
  Thanks for reading, Justina!
  
  Reply
  1. justinaluther says:
    
    July 25, 2014 at 11:37 am
    
    You’re welcome. (-:

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