Yours is not
Your talk of a getaway
An allure!
Brother please!
All you have to offer is not enough
The thrill of the hunt
With prey which announces its presence
Loud, independent, exuding strength
Oh, wouldn't you love to be the tamer of that
Be Caesar
You want to be
The one that
That makes me vulnerable to the point of need
Need of nothing but you
Filled with want of you
Ravished by you
Powerless
Victim, lost
I need you not
Fill me not
Boy, you ain't encountered
My kind before
Money is shit
Yeah that's right
Your money is shit
Half-masked offers
Delusions of grandeur
Adolescent attempts at flirting
Oh-so-obvious words of flattery
Get over boy!
We ain't in Circa 1500
