She bathes in my deceit
Believing every lie I tell her
The panacea for all of her confusion
One kiss, and she begs for the intrusion

She’s my nymphet, my precious girl
My little toy, my favorite ploy
Awakening desires to nicely unfurl
Watching the sweat that falls down her curls

She’s so willingly ignorant
So innocently salacious
My tormenting medication
My thoughts so lovingly edacious

This false rapport that we play
Of the paradox withstanding
Confronting the fact that you hid from me
All the while wishing for my company

Oh, my beautiful liar
I know you love dyspareunia.
You’re not part of a jezebel choir,
I know you like it rough.

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A/N: Wow. Now didn't that SUCK?!