extreme rape

Everyday I see you my hunger grows exponentially. I watch intently as you run your fingers through your hair. The way you bite you lips while you mentally work out a problem. I study your lips as you smile when you receive your change from the cafe clerk. I admire your bare buttox as you kneel down to read a book on the lower shelf, watching as it slips out of your low riding pants. I lick my lips as you dip your shoe while you get lost within the music of your headphones. When you lean down to check out the jewelery in the glass case I grit my teeth as you unwittingly reveal your succulent bossom. You are my pornography. Everything you do boils the cauldron of my desire. You are ubiquitous. You are woman. And no matter what I do I can never have all of you. So, I just need to pick out the special few and enjoy your delights for as long as I can. Using your feminine flesh in ways I have only fantasized about up to this point. Because in reality you would never consent to letting me do what I need to do to you in order to satiate my needs. Once I start I will never cease. Once the threshold is crossed I can never go back. For now I covet. I covet and wait. Patiently. Until our eyes meet for the first time. And then I will know. That you are the one.