he is stealthy as the night
slipping through
bedroom windows
bare feet leaving
faint impressions
in the rug
he likes to inch
the covers down slowly
oh so slowly
from my body
as he whispers
with forked tongue
the games he wants
to play tonight
I tell him one day
I will lock my windows
hang a crucifix
on the wall
sprinkle holy water
around the room
this just makes him laugh
as he slides confidently
into my bed

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