The Obsession Discretion

One lock of hair

Maybe two to be certain

With your sleep now disturbed

I dash straight for your curtains


Your body shifts over

Leaving plenty of room

For our very first sleepover

Bride and future groom


I nestle right in

Run my nails down your back

Press my head against yours

Lick the sweat from your neck


I can't restrain myself

Neither can any judge's order

I do this for love

Not some mental disorder


One day you'll see

This is no mere obsession

I'll never let you go

You're my most prized possession

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Writing prompt for a girl who has a creepy obsession.

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