You tell me to confide in you;
that you’ll love no matter what –
that the Truth wont affect us.
Your mouth keeps telling me what
any person would want to hear;
yet I cant stop focusing on your eyes.
They tell the truth that wont come out;
the contempt, disgust, the cunning.
I do know you love me, buts let not pretend
your caring or interest are for my benefit;
its about yours, your upper hand,
your ace in a hole for a rainy day,
you’re smart I’ll give you that,
picking your words carefully,
but you’re predictable,
I let you think you’re in control because
I’m just the right amount of fucked up
to play this game; my game,
your questioning and accusations are
foreplay for me and your sweet deceptive ways
the orgasm that shakes my core. You’ll never be in control,
but its cute when you think you are.