You prey upon on my hunger
and the depths of my loneliness
an unctuous feast of flattery
each syllable a descent
into decadence
destroying my defences
triggering all that I need
but I taste it now
your dark intentions
smooth as silk
your voice is a river
but shallow, no depth
it is easy to float
on the surface of you
but to dive too deep
is to drown in the void
of your dark fathomless soul
©Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 