The Lecher.

I paint the stratosphere around me,
Radiate between a thousand creases,
Place myself atop your dresser
Next to your puzzle pieces.
And I wait for you to solve me;
To find me out and to discover.
And I laugh at every time you fail to see
I am your undercover lover.
To you, I am invisible.
Invincible.
Incomprehensible and irresistible.
An argument to be argued.
An unrestricted quarantine.
A libertine.
Your vial of epinephrine.
To you, I am ephemeral.
But you're my taste of eternal.