My Neighbor

This is not a fantasy of mine. I just tried to go as dark as I could with a poem for a contest.

I work my job, go through the motions
Tell everyone good job, gee never a promotion
I go home bringing in the butter and bread
There she is standing next to the bed
She is not perfect, nor is she mine
Just someone that always forgets to close the blinds
I stare at her while she is in her lace
All I want is a taste
She has laid in her bed clad in her nighty
I've slip out the back door stepping very lightly
I have hungered too long too much
All it took was but one punch
I butter my toast after I'm out of bed
I hope those police never find her head