You have been trying your luck with me for months now, desperately grafting and obsessing over me. I've been ignoring your advances, and rejecting you the entire time but your lust for me won't falter you've tried dating women to get your mind off me, but nothing can stop my presence in your mind. You feel so helpless to be so weakened by a woman who doesn't even give you the time of day. But that behaviour only draws you in further, closer to me. My lack of interest in you isn't a feeling you know well, you are not used to being rejected but you know that I'm a different type of woman and that intrigues you. I can smell fear miles away and you stink of it, sensing the power I've gained through blatant rejection I invite you over. Finally you'll get that night that you've fantasized over for so long, craved me in so many ways. But it doesn't go the way you dreamed of, instead you find yourself on your knees, feeling stupid and humiliated but too weak to resist my demands. Because you are in my presence which is so warming but intense after all the caged feelings you harbour for me... Now you kneel, dumb about to stick my nylon toes in your mouth. Hahaha.