He looked for a point of interest,
Scanned her body with eyes of menace.
Mechanical Menace.
He looked for a point of interest,
Glazed over her like the clear encompassing glaze on a fat piece of gammon.
Dry gammon.
He looked for a point of interest,
Guzzling her scent into his very core with sneering nostrils.
Tempted nostrils.
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Fear, near, ever closer my dear,
Scanning and growing his muscles are moaning.
Fear, near, ever closer my dear,
Your heart must be racing, daydreams are chasing.
Fear near ever closer my dear,
Pitter patter feet you can hear.
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His greased finger tips bubbled over.
His crusted, cracking lips moved closer.
He arrived.
