Play me like a fiddle,
I’ve been a fool,
Trying to mould myself for you,
Arguing with my intentions,
Filling my head with sexy scenarios,
Believing that you want what’s underneath,
Not a fingerprint to convict,
You reach right in,
I omit my precept to feel the thrill,
Initially a repugnant rival,
Now rescinded and penchant requited
Confusing you with a proclivity of distaste.
Inculcate my improper translations,
Bury the vacillation.