Confessions of a playa

Taught only to deceive and derail,
Drilled in my head is the art of manipulation,
And from my lips oozes that which constantly penetrates my eardrums.
My tongue-my lasso-my tranquilizer and my armor-piercer.

My words are all in code…….. Access codes.
Granting my lustful desires admission to your pure being.

When I say: “You are constantly on my mind.” I mean………..
“I fantasize about you.”

When I say: “I love you.” I mean……………
“Please allow me to bring my fantasies into being.”

When I say:”You are the One.” I mean……………….
“Let us become one, in sex.”

My words envelope you in a bubble of fantasy,
Floating directionless on the lifeless waves of my lies,
For they are sweeter than honey, finer than oil, thicker than condensed milk
And more toxic than the bowels of an alligator.

Thank you for allowing me into your being,
For accepting my stamp of approval for sorrow and pain to linger.
I will not dare utter the one thing that will save you,
For it scorches every vocal cord used.
It consumes and uproots every foreign seed sewn into you.