You thought you knew the secret wishes of my tender heart
Yet a thousand words without a question, is such a terrible start
You call it obsession, but it’s really suppression, of all but what you hope I’ll be
Tell me, what glamour is it that you see?
You thought you spoke a mysterious tongue
Noble and gentle like a wedding song sung
But slippery words are the devil’s work, and now… her work’s begun
For she sees in you that inward gaze
How it colors all your lovelies in such a tarnished haze
You, and your scrumptious malaise
Mmmm You didn’t know… that’s just my sort of craze
So darlin’, sit back and relax, I’ve got some entertaining to do
And try not to mind the sting when I chew
Oh, baby didn’t you know…
A narcissist is just sorta man I love to pursue?
© Odyne La Fée 2018