Full eye contact with head tilted “just so”
The words he speaks ring false and hollow
He moves his hand smoothly down her arm
Tries to blind her with his deceitful charm
His veneer appears glossy and smooth
He’s a trickster who distorts the truth
Through a phony wink and cocked eyebrows
He seduces with his empty vows
He manipulates her emotions
By conjuring deceptive notions
He craves her devotion on a whim
As her passion means nothing to him
He’s a con artist, a promoter
He’s barren inside—a pretender.
Copyright 2019 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
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