i hate the way she looks
at you
adores you up close
and personal.
it should be my hand
caressing through your
silken tresses
lovingly lingering to graze the
plump lobe of your ear
softly,
slight feather light touch
while my eyes take in
your glowing scarlet blush.
i should be making you
tremble from the inside
out
as my lips parade
the length of your smooth
neck
your hands clasping
grasping me tight
to you.
i should be the one
who hears your soft laugh,
sees your sparkling eyes dancing at me
playfully,
i should hold your heart
and your soul in my hands.
but i don't.
she does
she'd better not hurt you
or i will turn wild with rage
claws extended
i'll rip her limb from limb
into submission
i will make her pay.
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