Poetic Journey Part 1

A charisma and mentality so masqueraded That it invaded and penetrated her thoughts which resulted in the lost of her insecurity, It wasn't lost, I just hid it in a place with no key, A place where you couldn't say "Open Sesame", A dark abyss hidden in a thick mist, but she was just being used so to me she didn't exist, I was the shield to her personal daggers encrypted as words against her own appearance, Whenever she would put herself down, I made it seem as if she had substance, my words were like ballet, light as a feather, whatever I say, it is guaranteed to make her feel better, but it was only a path for arousal of my hormones, I got her trust and got pictures in my phone, and videos of her giving herself arousal and moans, and then I left her and left her alone, and their insecurity found its way and paid her a visit, while I used their pictures as a museum for other guys to see them, sexual exhibit, and all this came by lovely words and a poem.