Gentleman, Gentleman Gentleman please lend me your ear!

So I just had an arrogant (to some) cocky (to most) yet honest (to all) epiphany!

See you know those stories, the ones your mom tells you about girls. The warnings about some girls, well men your in for a treat, because hell if I was to stupid to realize it till now,

I am the perfect woman.
I am the one in story after story of warnings.
I'm the one mom says watch out for.
Why you ask?
I'm adaptable.
I'm enthusiastic.
I'm a nympho.
I'm a bitch.
I'm a lover.
I'm a mind fucker.
I'm innocent.
I'm cunning.
I'm everyones sweetheart.

How you say?

I learn you, I read you like a book and I take chalk to board and scribble notes.
Set out my tactics and reel you in.
I don't do this to just anyone, you have to be a real man,

Honest to painful truth;
You have to be broken.
You have to be stressed.
You have to be animalistic.
You have to be hopelessly glimmering.
You have to be deprived.
You have to be in need or have a void.
Why?
I like interesting projects, things that are inticate, always alluring, and yet graspably out of grasp.

I am that transitional girl the one that appears and disappears when she so chooseths.

I meld into your life so fine when I'm there that you find yourself getting all too kosher, too safe around me. And while there is no risk but your heart, itsz a pretty steep one at that.

I enjoy watching your quirks, I'm intranced by your scent and all the while me just being here drives you crazy.

Gentleman #1
For you I am your liason. An escort, in your car. A long time practice fuck. You stare at me with deep meaning and scorn me with your words.

Gentleman #2
For you I lay back, and enjoy the scene. I am the reaction to your action. I am your late night mistress. And yet you show a slight concern, 'wait Ill drive you home' don't go nowhere.' Or 'how are you getting to work?'

Gentleman #3
I am your future everything you hold dear and hope for that's me. I am the long term kind. The till death unwedded girl. I am the possibility.

So I sit here with all my adaptions and think why can't I find a permanent place. Some call it home, others call it your arms. I dream vaguely of you. I hold you to hope. But to dare touch a candle of reality to me would be toxic.
For I am what you want me to be. A blank canvas.

I will be your everything. Just because I wish to know you. If I'm interested you're lost.

So when you hear that story think twice and act seductive to get you're way. I am a doll like I've been saying. Wind me up. Dolls suck ass.