The Player

I want to be the man you still embrace
seventy years from now
as you close your eyes
and melt into that world unknown
I know it is only a dream

You are my princess
my shoulder
my boredom devourer
my muse

I want to protect you from the world
Not hide you away
but teach you the way
You listen
You do not comprehend

He casually throws out practiced speeches
and they detonate your heart
He empties you with Silent Sam, complements and caresses
and lays your naked mind down upon the bed

I try to warn you
he is seducing you
using you
You listen
You uncomprehend

He is not the sheep
He is not the wolf
He is not the sensual vampire that you dream
will drink your blood in a passionate embrace
He is a killer
            looking for another throat to slit
               The Wolf