He breathes heavily
with cold stark eyes,
As they circle like that of ravens.
Waiting for the perfect opportunity to act,
He waits patiently like Christians awaiting Christ to return.
He see’s you,
but you don’t see him,
What it is that you see?
A day like today would be a perfect day
to take you in his grasp,
He’s enticed by the fresh crisp aroma of your perfume.
The one you’ve been wearing for years,
It appeals to the monster in him.
Tank tops you wear with nipples standing firm
short shorts you wear,
Caught in your trance,
he can’t help but stare.
His thoughts are of you,
what he would like to do to you.
Your eye’s they shine like the sun rays,
Your innocent stares makes grown men weak,
He’s fueled by them.
Your beauty makes the plants bow at your presence.
When you walk he follows,
lurking in the shadows
waiting for the moment
your guard goes down.
If you run he will chase you,
pursue you like a predator hunts it’s prey.
When you invite guests over,
It infuriates him.
He craves for you,
like a hungry hound craves for a kill.
He wants you for himself,
and in time he will.
He waits for the right time to act.
While he waits dusk will meet dawn,
The sun will trade places with the moon.


© Xavier Frazer