Limited Stalking

I’ve spent a lot of time thinking that I could move forward.

Away from the torture of wanting him.

Sadly, I still feel him under my skin.

He heats my flesh and makes me itch from the inside out.

She means more to me than life.

Even though I am her death, I can still see that she wants me.

She’s waiting for me without protest.

She’s begging for me to take her without permission. 

I’m going for it.

He’ll hurt me.

He will slice me open and take out everything that matters. 

The only organ left behind will be the ones he deems necessary.

I claw at my swollen throat; I can feel his hands there before I’ve even felt them.

I know he’s coming for me, but I can’t seem to make myself scarce. 

Hiding from him would be useless, but even If I wanted to I’m already his.

I watch her watch me with precision.

She knows what I want.

We both know I’ll get it.

Timing. 

The timing is what we are both unsure of.

I want her now more than ever. 

She wants me too, I can tell.

She watches my every move and I can sense her unease,

But I can taste her longing.

Deliciously helpless and needy. 

I like her. I love her. Everything about her.

I’ll never speak of this to anyone.

I may be dead before I even can, honestly.

He is now a part of me.

Without a doubt, If he left me stopped watching me, I’d cease to exist. 

Reviews

[Titilayo Sarah Eguridu]

This force field of unbridled passion was so intense.
It felt like watching a ping pong match!
The emotions were electrical….
I duff my hat!

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

You've created such an intense gravity between each of the characters here... well done.