Manipulation

there was an abundance of possibilities
a caricature with overdone brushstrokes
you were fashioned by master of his art
those blue eyes captivated me

your voice spoke volumes in my ear
as soothing as hummingbird wings
you arrested me in that moment of desire
I was stripped bare of whatever soul I had
 
you greedily took me and enjoyed my flesh
your fingers drew blood circles on my back
I was helpless to resist; your craving was mine
you stopped your manipulations and said to me
 
Honey, would you bite this apple just for me?
 
©February 9, 2013 / Jerry Pat Bolton