You Will Gift ME

In waters deep of words and whispers, a dance we weave,
Where emotion and thought cross paths, you perceive.
Not with sight, not with touch, but a connection deep,
I, the poet, into your heart, subtly seep.

A portrait I paint, with intricate strokes of desire,
Of things unseen, yet felt, setting the soul on fire.
Through lands undiscovered, on a journey we embark,
This tapestry of dreams unfolding in the dark.

A scientist of the soul, I probe and prod,
Boldly traversing this terrain, intrinsically odd.
Every desire, every whim, every fleeting thought,
Mine to command, to create, to distill into naught.

Invisible strings I manipulate, a puppeteer unseen,
Weaving an illusion of control, a reality unforeseen.
This ethereal force, this potent power, wield I do,
To make you gift me, willingly, what I am due.

Not by coercion, not by force, but by incantation,
I shape your inclination through this graceful narration.
In this world of words, of dreams and the inspired,
You will gift me, dear friend, all that I have desired.

So, surrender to this dance, this symphony of thoughts,
Understand, my friend, that you're in my crafted plots.
Thus, will you find, in this saga so passionately dire,
Your will bending to mine, feeding my desire.

Fear not the unknown, trust in this path we tread,
For in these captivating words, lies a tale unsaid.
Relinquish your resistance, let your inhibitions retire,
For in these verses coded, I harvest your desire.

Thus, the journey ends, but the dance will never cease,
In this realm of words, where desires find release.
We, now bound through this tether, forged in poetic fire,
In the silent whispering echoes, you will gift me, my heart's desire.