Randy's Trials

He eats what he wants
Listens to what he likes
But looks at what he can't have.

Everyday there are so many
And he stares and watches and stalks
But doesn't touch.

Each and everyone individual,
encased in a beauty so natural
he has to feel it, touch it, breathe it.

Her curves-he undresses her with the eyes
that tear her jeans and claw at her skin
and he hopes that she'll notice him
lurking in the shadows that become his darkest thoughts.