Creepy by Design

I grope you online
howl & play dirty dog
then wipe my mouth
on a Kleenex
sitting right here in their box

I carnalised your picture
splattered my screen  
with a peanut spectacular
licking up your heart
in the heat of a loco moment

While you slept
my eyeballs wobbled
gorging on your fantasy
fleshing out my catalogue
logging each intimate part

Your real name
stores on the tip of my tongue
Where you live exactly
your date and place of birth
nestle barely a click away

I know your preference
in underwear
the food you like
the time you ate it
who you ate it with
& where you shook the crumbs
a week ago last Thursday

I don't need binos
to watch you through the drapes
I'm so close I can feel you
and even when you're drunk
there's no move your blood escapes

I shuffle past you in the real world
staying always within reach
But there's no call to feel afraid
I have lots of things to teach

So why not
meet me in the woods
I'll bring a picnic
and a plate

a knife
a fork
& a shovel

I'm looking forward
to our date