A lost angel stumbled into the hallway.
I gazed at her lovely all encompassing ***,
that fit perfectly into those pristine blue jeans.

She had no clue until I had firmly squeezed.
I whispered softly “shhh deary don’t you scream.”
Then she tried to hit me but well she still couldn’t see.
So I made a quick escape and I hid myself away.

For nearly two days I quietly studied my sweet prey.
I learned everything including the place that she lived,
and I paid her a visit but long story short…….
A restraining order is the purest form of love.