Oh, what I've gotten used to
Oh, what I've grown accustomed to.
A pounce, a snare
engaged from nowhere.
This evening you toyed my mind
and left the “**" behind.
A seduction, rare, yet true.
A tease you seldom do.
A touch became a ******.
An innocent glance may just
bring what's due to me;
What I but rarely see.
I thought you, but a man.
Just a beast who only can
tackle the bait it's sought;
spend the dowry bought.
You gave me reason to step back
Admit there is no lack
Sing a welcomed song
in knowing you proved me wrong.