Collector

Slow walk through the mall,

Observe everything,

Take the time to view all merchandise.

Scrutinise, summarise and calculate,

Weigh all my options.

At last I see perfection...

Exactly what I want,

It will fit in perfectly with my collection.

Now it is just the aquisition,

That stands between me and the perfect addition.

Inside my mind works overtime,

As I make my way forward,

To stand beside what I desire.

The intoxicating smell overwhelms,

Sending shivers of joy up and down my spine.

Be calm,

Act cool,

There are cameras everywhere.

Her red curls fall gently upon her shoulders,

Cascading past her buxom breasts.

My eyes follow her curves, 

Forever downwards till her petite feet.

A definite must have,

I do not have a redhead.

Walk casually out the shop,

Saunter around...waiting.

Latch onto her once more,

Begin the hunt in earnest.

Follow her swaying sexy rear as she walks,

Intoxicating,  hypnotising,  mesmerising. 

I am drunk on her sexiness.

Mount my bike and await her departure. 

To her home she takes me.

Tonight I will make her mine.

...

Slip silently inside,

Glide upstairs,

To her sanctity. 

I stand awhile observing, 

Her slumbering beauty.

Carefully I kiss her lips.

Startled she awakes, 

Quick as a snake, I strike!

Within seconds she sleeps again,

So innocent...

Now to take her home. 

...

At home she awakes,

I watch her on a screen.

I listen as she screams,

Her cries absorbed by the walls.

None can hear her save me.

Now to go give her the rules,

The rules on how to please me.

I smile as I walk past the other doors.

Each filled by a submissive woman,

Who has learnt their lessons.

I reach her door,

Now to tame her spirit...

How I love to break them,

Ride them in,

Till they are mine.

I lick my lips,

Throw open the door,

She steps back in fear...

I pounce...

Begin my feast.