You embraced my low self-esteem,
and caressed my ache to be loved.
Your smoky words mesmerised me
while your hot kisses shattered my shields.
Your warm whispers wrapped around me
while your delicate touch caused my blood to surge.
Hearing “I love you” lured me to your bed
where I felt significant—seen.
You poked at my flaws,
and showed where I must improve.
I watched as you lifted others,
but maintained I was special.
With all confidence erased,
you took your love elsewhere.
I felt lost without your control;
absence from your dominance left me dead.