could never catch mine
we see him
in
the
mirror
all the time
he knows
my style
they
are
word stalker
he tells me this
my nipples
get hard
caress
my
breasts
he loves my
down there
he loves
me
every where
he caught me in an corner
his grip on my neck forced me back
fans felt blood start to streak
he ripped
off
my
panties
he forces his self in me
my my my
my
my
my
mind
what clouds
of
horror
what moons
of
disbelieve
this feeling
my thumbs find his eyes
force his eyeballs
form their
socket
he
release me
his violent screams
now
i
am
he crazy
?
...
..
.