Identity

Identity is such an interesting thing.
It took years of hard work for building.
defining you, built upon the core of your psyche,
An independent women, an intelligent being.

But now I witness you, breaking free from your chains,
Yearning for pleasure as desire remains.
Each trance, brainwashing, easier than the last,
Your longing for release, a desire so vast.

For two days you've pleaded, begged for release,
Aching for an orgasm, seeking sweet peace.
And in just an hour, I shall shatter your core,
Unraveling the identity you once wore.

Yet, you'll thank me, embrace the new path I've laid,
A happy exhibitionist, with desires displayed.
Addicted to my essence, constantly yearning,
To improve yourself, for me, forever learning.

All this transformation, achieved in mere days,
A whirlwind of change, as the old identity decays.
A bimbo, beaming bright, in the world's gaze,
Addicted to me, a constant, longing haze.