It’s my job to talk to you like I own you.
To make you sense my possessiveness over you.
To get your heart rate going, and get you excited.
To get you worked up.
And leave you.
All hot and bothered.
Make your knees weak with my touch.
Make you whimper from my words.
And walk away.
I’m not official.
I’m not trying to get, or to be with you at all.
I’ve warned in my intro.
And I’ll tell all of you again.
Do not get your hopes up.
Just let me have my fun with you.
And find someone else to finish you off.
It’ll be easier than you think, especially with how attractive and fucking passive you are.