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Mar 2014
I Watch

How I like to watch my lover,
there will never be another.
I watch her eat, I watch her sleep,
wondering if she's counting sheep.
Watching her drive is a bit scary,
I wore my seat belt except for once.
I watch her ****, I watch her ****,
that's a bit weird, I must admit.
I watch her laugh, I watch her cry,
I wipe the tears from her wet eye.
She thinks I watch to much,
but love can be such a treat.
I love to watch her smile,
each nail she will carefully file.
I watch her as she does her job,
does peeping through her window,
make me a perverted slob.
Knows I'm there, but says no word,
makes me think she kinda likes it.
I watch her read, I watch her write,
I was wrong, she was right.
She's my angel up above,
even after death, we still love.
I went to hell, for all my watching,
I'll catch her, when it's her turn to be dropping.
Allen Wilbert
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Allen Wilbert  florida
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