♤
There she is again,
oblivious to my lurking.
Oh, how she makes me
the happiest man on earth.
Oh, how she completes me.
My sweet, little June.
My angel. My doll,
to play with.
She is meant to be here, with me.
Our body's touching,
craving and becoming one.
I admire her innocence and her sweetness, the softness and taste of her skin. I savoured the taste of her on my tongue.
Her face holds some kind of rare beauty, one I adore.
One that needs to be appreciated and loved.
I treasure the moments when I trace a finger from her hair, down to her lips.
When they are parted, just for me.
She is so unaware of the cruel world, of everything dangerous. So unaware of me, of my mind.
I want to let go,
let go of everything
and just focus on her.
I want her to be mine,
now and forever.
Oh, my precious June.
My special one,
my favorite.
One day,
we will be together
and live for each other.
Now,
I am the only one living for the other,
breathing for the other.
Someday she will too.
I will make her.
The chaos in my head
will die down,
I will be healed.
All because of her.
I adore her so much,
she is all I think about.
Always on my mind,
never leaving me.
Those moments when I see her, hold her, touch her, my mind takes over
and I don't know what to say anymore.
My crazy side takes over,
scares her and
creates a distance again.
I am all hers,
in every form she owns me.
I belong to her.
My flower, ma fleur
growing and growing.
Becoming more woman.
Her petit little body,
changing into the body of a woman.
I have seen her growing up,
maturing and becoming the angel
she is these days.
I have to make sure she stays this way,
she stays as pure as she is now.
So I have to take her, keep her and hide her. Hold her.
It all began,
when she was little,
around thirteen years old,
when I saw her in the candy shop.
That's where our story started.
Ever since that moment,
I followed her and watched her.
And now, that she is old enough,
I make contact with her.
My plan has only just begun.
It all started with me,
lurking around her house.
My black car was a sign,
I was there.
And now,
we have made progress;
she lets me touch her.
Something I crave.
It makes me forget about my demons,
my own demons.
The ones living in my head.
When she is around,
they are nowhere to be found.
I find myself free.
I crave touching her,
touch is something important.
Something that is given to us,
something that should be used.
She always lets me.
I have her wrapped around my finger,
like the little porcelain doll she is.
My doll.
I made sure that boy was gone, before he had the chance to break my doll.
That I was sure of. So I found a solution, the rest of it was easy.
He will never see her again,
she will never see him again.
He will not be a distraction anymore.
She will only be distracted by me.
Her lover.
Her admirer.
Her soulmate.
Ever since she was thirteen,
when I was at the age of twenty,
I never let her go.
I was always the monster hiding in the shadows. The one watching her.
Following her.
Now, she is eighteen,
I am twenty-five
and she never left my mind.
My June. Oh, my lovely little girl.
Spoiling me with just showing her face.
Enough to make my heart beat faster,
to make me weak
and to make me obedient.
Only for her.
I want to be good for her.
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