Varaka
I could be a crook for you but instead you broke into the most private places of my heart and became a crook yourself. I often thought what did I do to entice this behavior, or was it just in your nature to take things and create fantasies. I was a victim of your charm to which I never ever knew or thought of as harm. I could be a crook for you but you beat me to the punch a time or two. Never knew what hit me; it seems. Sent spinning and then feigning for your regime. I need it, but most of all I want it. Take me to places of extreme pleasure then flaunt it. You were always the crook and I was always your muse, left brokenhearted and confused.
I was drunken at the first sight of you. You heighten my feelings, I'm exhausted, it's a catch 22. Wish I could feel this way all the time but I have to pull it together. I can't let every one see me in this vulnerable state. With my drunken feelings all over the place. Drunken when you touch me, drunken that night you left me. I have since figured out you were no good for me. So drunken is where I'll leave you be.