Mystery Man

Standing there staring
watching you as you move
measuring your every breath
predicting your heart rate
and trying to make it increase

Eyes that put the sky to shame
you watch them
A strange feeling washes over you
A feeling of power
A feeling of utter control

Coming closer, you bend to his will
backing you against a wall
leaning in toward your lips
your heart, as fast as a drummer
His smell, takes your breath away

He whispers in your ear

By: Ryan Peterson