His Power Over Me
A match burning my neck and shoulders lures me into his beauty
The beating of his ice cold heart drags me under, yet I still embrace him
In his presence too long I am weakened and driven to another body
But he calls me back taking advantage of his power over me
His attractive exterior hides the ugly within, though I still take pleasure in him
The joy he brings others is hard to ignore
But I feel like the beach is just for me
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