Vicious Inclinations

Killing me softly she was nothing like Lauren Hill, digging my grave 6ft deep like Aretha giving me something I can feel, the emotions was real, her l intentions she tried to conceal, her every wish I tried to fulfill, I provoked somethings, others were random an at will, heavy price to pay, still, love in time is life refracted, I don't kno how I got caught up or what about her that had me so attracted, with love extracted, she wanted me to burn, and therefore I should've been more concerned, to counteract it, the hole is way to big to patch it, should've been more visual to catch it, enthralled with the thought of it all, the magnetizing energy that draws, that mezmerizing look when you fall, enamored with intoxication, the substance that will make one thoughts escape him, the sex had me void, I really was her toy, in that sunken place, inside her druken space, you can see it in the look on her face, smitten with her control and I was once bitten and controlled, deep in her folds, no other possess the power she holds, broke me down I can feel her weight and my own dissention, I think I love her more her cruel intention