There are many ways to your heart;
Money,
Glamour ,
Charisma,
Stamina,
And your ears.
The traveller knows all this
And when he takes the first step
It lands on the footpath of your ears
That footpath is your ear drums
And his steps are drum sticks
Beating rhythms on it
And so the lies flow
As he whispers those sweet nothings
That you dance to
Performing acrobatics and swooning
to tales by moonlight
And little by little, closer he gets to your heart
As you dance, he sprays money on your writhing figure
Stuns you with his charisma, as he
Hooks you on the glamour of it all.
Then he gets in, into your heart
And hits you in the right places
Shows you such heavenly stamina.
A few more times and you realize
That your heart was never his destination,
The juicy valley of honey between your legs was.
He has gotten to his destination.
Now he must leave it to travel again
And there written on your tears is a tale
Titled: a love based on lies
But such sweet lies
You wish he had continued lying to you
