She's a conquest,
a game to you and nothing more.

Your fingers reach right through her skin,
between her breasts, and place a death grip
on her heart.

She's all yours...
...a puppet (no strings attached)

With every twitch of each finger,
you bring about the tears, force her face
into a smile, extract from her those lovely
laughs, chuckles, giggles...
...controlling every single emotion.

You parade her around - always taking the lead
still wrist deep in her chest.

You declare to the world your love for her,
but you squeeze her so tightly, she hasn't the breath
to object nor the energy to do anything
but nod her head in the affirmative when asked
if those feelings are reciprocal.

You leak your diseased influence into her.

Virginity no more...
Morals no more...
Innocence no more...

You've taken what you could,
now it's time to move on.

You release your grasp, replacing
what once was a beating heart
with a cold mass of insecurity/insincerity

You leave her standing alone with a dumbfounded
look on her face- a shell of a person, void of
any warmth or the capability to even think of that
four letter word (l__e)

All of this flashes before her eyes, visions in her head.
Lucky for you, this has never happened before.

You approach her and ask her to tell you her name,
with such experienced charisma.

She turns and simply walks away.

Not this time asshole.