There's A Last Time For Everything.

He woos you with a slick affectation,
Desirable duende, and a false admiration,
Triggered to your interests- you're convinced of his innocence,
Hindered by the bliss of a fresh sense of pertinence,
He's got the prestige, flaunting daddy's wallet,
With ease he deceives you out of your garment,
Based off the zealousness inherit of a promise,
But the fingers at the top of his palm are in all twists,
He tends to your gullible head
With clever compliments recycled from his past girlfriends
He'd rather slather susceptible you
In his sick, cryptic craft than reveal his lacking virtues
But as he unbuckles your chastity belt,
You're discovering the absence of the feelings that you wished you felt
Amidst the nervousness you fidget with, you counterfeit a smile
For the stench of your incompetence could make the man revile.