Every caress, a calculated move,
Left me questioning, your true intent to prove.
Your fingers tracing, my skin so fine,
But were you seeking, more than love's design?

Your lips on mine, a tender embrace,
Or just a tactic, to occupy the space?
Your whispers sweet, a gentle breeze,
Or merely words, to bring me to my knees?

Every moment shared, I searched for truth,
But your eyes betrayed, a hidden youth.
A veil of deceit, behind your smile,
Leaving me vulnerable, for a long while.

I yearned for genuine love's pure flame,
Not a façade, to conceal your aim.
But with each touch, my doubts did grow,
Was I just a pawn, in your game to show?