Flattery

You allure me with words
like music played on guitar chords
you entertain me with a serenade
only me could ever hear
stroke lovingly into my ear
whispered softly
exploding like a bomb

Your words attract ants
as if fulfilling my wants
it tastes like honey
become sweeter even more
in no way I can’t ask for
not even money

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