Infatuated

Your desires are too hypnotic to avoid.
You are like a drug to an addiction.
Trying their very best not to submit.
Or give in without defending,
A mind controlled by common sense.
Leaving powerless good intentions meant.
You know the doing is evil.
And act of self serving satisfaction.

Even the strength,
Of my weakening pretentions....
Surfacing by the pull of your determination,
To have me victimized magnetically...
For purposes only to please your needs.
I can not help but rise to the occasion.
As if on demand whenever you command it.

What is it you take me for?
Your personal to use anytime fool?

'No.
I just find it easier,
To stop listening...
How you promise to make better,
Each time we meet for conversation.
Then hearing you beg from me for more.
Knowing I anticipate,
The confidence of your slow and inviting way...
You volunteer,
Easy to take comprehension...
Understood to understand free of B.S.'

'Huh?
What?'

'Each time we meet now,
Less intelligent we have become...
About our expectations!
And that remains to keep me infatuated.
Attracted.
With it kept to know,
Needs to have them met...
Should always stay basic to desire.
Complicating the obvious,
Is a dull life to imitate, fiction and delude.'

'I am not a hypocrite.'

'Trust me.
That you have already made known!'