In his arms I writhed
The hiss from his lips, my soul soothed
The rough of his palm, my needy spirit calmed
The fire in me burnt bright
Fuelled by his lies
I would have it no other way
Cocooned in the world he carved for me
A slave to my desires
Blindly, I follow him
Wholly, I love the beast
Till the end of time
No one dared say otherwise
Lest I die
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Aweni 
Love this! Sounds like a narcissist and his victim.
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