His Slave Poem by Jessie Lima

The room is dark.
But when I raise my head
Our eyes instantly meet,
At that moment I know...
He is about to cheat.

Smoke fills the air.
Choking, Stroking...
I inhale deeply.
Looking at him I wonder...
What was I thinking?

His seductive lips curve;
Forming a smile.
I must not fall for it again.
He is a player,
This is the final trial.

I get up to go,
So does he.
Have I being that bad an actor?
Did he recognize me?
Oh god! It can't be!

Before I can vanish
He grabs me,
Kisses me.
' Have I not proven to thee?
You can run but can't hide my dear.'

Will I be his slave for ever?
Look at what he does to me...
He cheats and lies
But I always come back
I can't even keep track.

This is what love does,
Makes me whole...
But also a pet.
I am played with
Until my beloved loses interest.