Taste of imperfection

I am your favorite nightmare
your minds guilty pleasure
thinking about me tastes like candy on your tongue because your memories of me are so artificial
You come back for more like a child entering a willy wonka store
You're unable to escape my temptation
I know you think about me when your walls open and pleasure makes your body flood like crashing rapids
Climaxing to the rhythm of your heartbeats constantly reminds you of my touch
But give him peace , when he asks you why you're not smiling


Lie...and tell him that you love him