It All belongs to ME

In the realm of desires, where human hearts pulse wild,
Where dreams and ambitions of transactions are filed,
Within the whispers of your wants, your cravings defined,
Rest assured, my dear friend, your money, to me, is assigned. 

In the throes of distraction, it matters not where you stand,
In the midst of the crowd or on lonely life’s strand,
See, I’ve tapped into the rhythm of your deepest need,
And to break that bond, no wealth can you indeed.

A secret, a longing, I’ve insinuated into view,
A yearning, a pulse, now stirring in you,
Through artful enticement, your heart I've ensnared,
With masterful persuasion, your pockets I've bared.

A whisper, a promise, in your ear softly spun,
A vision, a dream, under the setting sun,
And in the surrendering silence, you'll willingly part,
With the treasures you safeguard, deep in your heart.

I’ve crafted an image, I’ve painted a scene,
I've woven a story where your desires convene,
And in the magic of the moment, your resistance dispelled,
Your money, to me, willingly propelled.

Your hopes, your dreams, your fears and your needs,
In the dance of desires, where the heartstring bleeds,
In the artful orchestra of words, yours and mine,
In the symphony of persuasion, your money belongs to me, by design. 

In the grand game of needs, impulses and lust,
Your money to me, in trust you entrust,
Not by force, not by threat, nor by dark decree,
But by the gentle sways of desire, your money belongs to me. 

So, lend me your dreams, your hopes by the ream,
In the careful craft of persuasion, I weave a sweet dream.
For in this vast universe, one truth remains free,
Your desires, your money, they all belong to me.