Standing behind the doorway,
Creeping around in the shadows,
Treading lightly over those creaky floorboards at the foot of the stairs,
The bells chime at twelve.
The solitary bulb hangs precariously over the counter.
Dangling in its nakedness,
Flashing its filament in the heat of the moment,
An exhibitionist of delight.
Deviant thoughts flying through your naive mind.
Whispering forbidden words,
Taunting and tempting,
The poisoning of a great mind.
Erratic Behaviour
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