A Serial Killer's Sonnet

I wish to place your hand in mine sweet dear,

To touch the warmth of your fragile, soft skin,

And take you to lovely dreams. Oh, don't fear!

For you shall not be watched or stalked by sin. 

Strangers are forbidden here, in this place.

None will follow or cling to your sweet locks-

Such sweet, gold locks that surround that pretty face!

Your face which is the jewel admist those rocks. 

Only you and me - a lover's daydream. 

Quiet nights just to stare into your eyes,

And those lips which must taste sweeter than cream.

Shown this image and I must end in sighs. 

Very soon you will see my love, very soon.

You'll share my dreams under this lustful moon.