Deceiver

You are not who you seem.        
You are the temptress of dreams.        
With wet dripping ink, you        
pen what I should think.        
So hot you make me as I read;        
for one more word I beg and plead.        
With each stanza and each rhyme,        
you slowly take my mind.        
With words you are my mistress,        
who leads me astray.        
Bound tightly by your lines,        
there is no getting away.        
With each sensual write,        
I fall deeper each night.        
Soon to be your slave;        
your words deceive,  
they do not save.        
I hunger for your words, so        
please pen me some more.        
Tell me how you like it.        
How you need it more.        
How you'd like to be        
Someone's little bitch        
and someone's little whore.        
I crave every word that        
falls from your lips.        
I crave them even more        
than the wetness below        
your hips. They are so        
powerful, they're driving        
me insane.        
The motherfucking images        
you leave burned in my brain.        
I see you naked taking me        
so deep inside; I'm weak,  
 I've lost all sense of pride.  
So pen me a verse, pen me lie        
I'll believe you mistress, just give me a try.        
I want to drown in your ink,        
so let it flow; watch me sink.        
I've fallen for you deeper        
than you could ever  
fucking think.