is it a sin?

while she’s on that corner again
I stalk from a distance
Slipping into my usual thoughts

I stair

in my dreams she’s mine
I rub against her smooth body
To feel so soft

I touch

she knows not of this attention
i see how she’s treated
A gazing few upon the night

I tear

Sooth humming close to my ear
I look into her
Nd see right through

I know

growing warm as my hand slides down
I remove her bra
Skirt comes next

I smile

she gives me a ride
I go inside of her
To fill her completely soon

I scream

He calls her a cougar
I call her my own
Soon her owner appears

I awake

While she’s on that corner again
I walk to her, money in hand
The price tag on her bumper reads cheap

I purchase