A portrait of desire and deception — the moment clarity cuts through the haze of seduction.
You seduced me.
You seduced me with your words—
speaking of ideals, principles, dreams;
your words resonated with me.
You seduced me.
You seduced me with your compassion—
listening to my anger and pain,
offering advice only when asked.
You seduced me.
You seduced me with your influence—
fostering a sense of safety,
of being heard and cared for.
You seduced me.
You seduced me with your fingertips—
trailing them down my neck,
across my collarbone.
You seduced me.
You seduced me with your presence—
lightly pressing against my back,
your breath tickling my ear.
You seduced me.
You seduced me with your hands—
kneading my muscles expertly,
caressing my body innocently.
You seduced me.
You seduced me with your lips—
brushing against my hair,
tickling as you nuzzled.
You seduced me.
You seduced me with intentioned words—
encouraging me, subtly,
to bare myself—vulnerable, trusting.
You seduced me.
You seduced me despite my reservations,
despite the refuted advances,
despite the affectation of respect.
You seduced me.
You seduced me—and then withdrew.
You feigned chivalry and morality,
the façade of my protection.
You seduced me.
You seduced me—and now I see you.
I see the hubris built by my ego,
shattering the illusion I constructed of you.
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