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le mot juste
© 2008 michele may

 

The Mistress

Without eyes she found the weakness
and seduced you unaware
Playing kind, convincing temptress
had forged this love affair

Without words she won the quarrel
and altered your perceptions
Narcotized to senselessness
you engaged in her deception

Without arms she held you captive
intoxicating your mind
Irresistibly attractive
you left all else behind

Without hope I watched you falling
away from your convictions
Insanely lusting to be taken
further into the addiction

Forsaking me
you loved her
without reason.