Lucy's Fantasy Plaything

How my heart intensely aches to be near you
How it breaks to be without your delicate touch
When I think of him touching your burning desire
I wonder how you can return even the slightest brush
Or stand his palms caressing your cavernous sloping curves
It makes my mind shiver in envy, exceeded only by silent rage
That you will willingly give your body to a cold and empty beast
Vacant of the desires pumping within the core of my exploding heart
How can you let him? How can you want him? He is nothing!
He does not now, has never, nor will he ever love you as I do
What has he offered you that you sold your heart into servitude?
I cannot understand or accept the lie you bury your soul beneath
Have you truly detached from your body to become as unfeeling as his heart?
Will you be able to pretend that whatever sin he has purchased you with
Will be enough in a year or a dozen more when regret finally consumes you?
It makes my skin crawl to imagine the false smile you will grant his icy eyes
As he glares into yours with contempt for the warmth I so adore in yours
I cannot bear the despair you will be forced to endure under his thumb
As the rest of his retched fingers find pleasure on your tender soft skin
Be with me tonight that I might show you the truth only real passion can reveal
I promise he has no such flame pulsing through the hollows of his veins
But once you bond with his condemned and decaying, lifeless cadaver
His poisonous venom will stick to your soul as you become damned to lie in Hell forever