One of Those Women

She's one of those women,
The kind who gets under your skin,
Her presence,
addictive,
contagious,
She draws you into her sphere,
barely realizing the depth of your emotions.

She offers much but provides little,
Trusting in the façade
she's kept in place;
asserting the power of her will.
How could she let her guard down?
The scars are still there,
despite protests
of being past all that.

So when you most desire
private conversation,
she'll draw you into a group,
Preferring
the subtle self-censorship of public conversation.
For it's your dreams she enhances;
Her erotic nature,
the nocturnal splendor of your psyche;
Blend into a magnificent whole,
something you want to make real.
But remember,
these are not her dreams.

You are your own master,
and if she hurts you,
it is because you let her.
Yes, she is one of those women,
and you let her
get under your skin.