Do I slash with knives across this fragile connection?
This web of trust.
Do you trust me now?

I need to probe this comfortable heaven
even if it shatters the sunshine I thrive on.

They don't mean anything; my experiments.
Just fortifying my certainty that you are the wellspring of my sky.

And why not?
Shouldn't I be able to have my time to be a tantalizing angel of seduction
Unstirred by the desires of man, yet ruthless with their hearts?

I may not have another chance to be this cold, playful vixen
letting them think they've found gold, then taking it away.

But let me make myself clear.
you still posses the key to my
vulnerable, passionate, ardent, hypersensitive self.

You are the only being who can make me groan in the semi-consciousness
of a brain, to heavily pummeled by endorphins
yet paradoxically, a brain that has never been more alive.

To survive I need the begetter of my best being
Will you understand and let me analyze myself?