Interest from the start consistent, persistent

Hand grabbing for no known reason

Touching, a need for it grasping her soul 

Approaches too close, in my space 

Head tilted up, body heat, sultry eyes 

Things said, more than innuendo

Later denials only lies, control of the story 

She probably made it up about going to the doctor 

Desperate to seem submissive to my suggestion

A need to ensure I knew she had listened 

But when it all became real, a real possibility to have and hold 

Panic set in, a fear of what was wanted, of having it 

And their words, their lies, broke her desire

Killed her fire, though she still held want in her eyes 

Still paraded herself to me, a sweater worn to seduce 

It was all about control, understandable given her past

But she robbed us both of that which had the chance to last 

Playing victim of nothing to keep their favor 

And now all she had were the commands of users 

Base men with baser wants, not love, and no control

Except to leave what she’d wanted dead on the road 

For their rules, not her own, for their expectations 

Silence forever, a heart without the home it had craved 

All lost for nothing, the illusion of control