I promised to obtain you.
Promised to breathe you in.
With methane kisses
and opiate eyes.
A philosopher's lips.
A philanderer's quip.
And I'm victimized.
Just under the tip of your sin.
Whispered behind a catchy melody.
And a simple, honest riff.
Plucked gingerly from the blank stares around the room.
Waiting for you to want me
the way I want you.