Yes, I unabashedly admit. I wanted you to stray.
I wanted you to seek me, I wanted it to be me who crept into your mind when you lacked nothing that this world could've offered. I wanted it to be me, the one you sought when you had moved past all coherent thoughts, when you had moved past all logic, when the fine line between right and wrong was murky, because you needed the unbridled passion that I invoked in you. Our music, the music of the flesh, the lullaby that's undeniably sensual. The hymns one sings in praise to the Deities. I wanted it to be me, your Aphrodisiac, the sensual goddess that you craved, the one you yearned for at night in bed, when it was empty, the sheets bunched up in your clenched fists, fighting a battle that you never won, because I was your Achilles heel. I wanted it to be me, your only weakness. Yes, I wanted you to stray, but only for me.