She toys with me, like a cat and mouse, like I’m some play-thing

My anguish is her aim.  I want love.  She wants, a fling.

She seems to enjoy my torment.  She gets off on my grief.

Deriving pleasure from my pain.  I can’t get, no relief.

She teases me so monstrously.  I can’t resist her charms

Her smile hides her desires, as I leap into her arms.

The pain that she provokes in me, is self-inflicted I’m sure

But it can’t compare to the fire, that she uses as a lure.

She strokes my furnace joyfully, to pull juice from my rod

Using my passion to fan the flames, popping every seed from my pod

Then extorting me, from her recompense is a reason, she’s never bored

For playing her little games, to win is her reward

The blood drops are not much to pay, for my quest to win her heart.

For the pleasure that I have found.  I can’t believe her sweetness is so tart.

The pain, I feel it physically, from my head to my feet

Though emotionally joy abounds, that fills my loins with heat

She keeps my heart in darkness so I can’t find my way

My emotion knows no light.  She’s the hunter.  I’m the prey.

though she treats me so unkindly, I will forever be her prize

she’s the source of my delight, and in time, my demise.