The Stalker

You stand and you stare,
Rain dripping from your hair,
In the shaddows you lurk,
You should really be at work.

Every day you walk past,
But you know it will never last,
Within seconds you turn back,
Any will power you lack.

You wait and you know,
She will unkowingly show,
Her form in sillhouette,
Completely naked you bet.

Her light is now shining,
You hear yourself whining,
You are stroking your cock,
Her form makes you hard as rock.

Then off goes her light,
The end of your daily delight,
In your pants is your mess,
You need to go and re-dress.

You turn and you go,
Wet patch all on show,
You get home and you wait,
For tomorrow's morning date.

One day you will get her,
You know you should be together,
As a husband, you she will get,
She just has not met you yet.