The stalker in silk stockings
The stalker in silk stockings had a sensous voice. She said: be careful. I might be a stalker
I smiled patiently in disbelief (cheers Mark)
For we had met, silently and unseen, in the land of close and quiet hunting. In wordland all is stalking, for all is hidden.
Ideas, thoughts and feelings are always stalker material... as it should be.
But let us make this pact. If you are my stalker I promise to be you stoker.
I hope you are, I hope I can.
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