Intense Poetry

Sex Appeal:

Appeal to you
Temptations of the soul
Seduced by the thought of your body
I'm a fool
Fake confidence
act cocky
I lure you in
A mistress
women of pleasure
I take my time
Playing this game of chess
One wrong move and you're mine
Get too close and your burned
Heat between us
Conceited thoughts
I'm urning for you
You?
No.
The image of you
That's what I want
Not you, but the thought of what I've depicted you as
The idea of who I want you to be
The perspective I see is clouded with lust
I'm a whore. Your whore. A personal slave.
I'd give you my body, my mind, and my love.
But in the end
It's all sex appeal.

-Dee