She loves me and hates me,
And spins a web so divine.
And those lips, so intoxicating,
Like Dionysus's fine wine.
Her eyes, so mesmerizing,
Like Medusa's chilly stare.
When I capture her glance,
I don't have a prayer.
Oh how I struggle to break free from her spell.
But like an addict that needs a hit,
I'd rather stay in hell.
Once the chains drop free, I will bid you adieu.
Then, and only then will I recover from
The fixation of knowing you.
Until then I will be your lover who comes at your beck and call.
I am so easy to play with like a favorite old doll.
Such is the life of the nymphs plaything.
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