A poem my me

May I begin ?
To reel you in
With my rolling hills and the valley within?
or perhaps by me being...Incredibly thin
Can I start to tear you apart?
In search of your wallet In search of your heart.
Open it up
What’s within?
I really know how to reel you in
CAUGHT YOU NOW! HOOK LINE And SINKER!
I certainly didn’t go for you ‘cos you were such a ‘great thinker’.
Caught in my web.
My little trap of lies
Kicking and screaming, like little helpless flies!
With your gaze fixed solid on my sensational eyes
And in the morning when you arise
And starting to recover from all the moans and the sighs.
After the reassurance “Size doesn’t matter”
After my heart went...Pitter-Patter... Pitter-Patter... Pitter-Patter...
And here you see contains the taskSaying “NO” to me, when all I ask is...
May I ?