Again, Again And Again

Give me just a second.
I'll find something to say.
Had I just a minute I'd have made the great escape.
What could he do?
What could he do she she said
"I want you? What'll it take for you to surrender? I gave you a taste. Oh how you've grown. This great trial, this self denial...It's a trial to leave you clean cuz I like it dark and low, You know."
Rare blind recognition rushed in with a breath.
Turn to salutation.
Slyly, she said "haven't we met?"
Let our history repeat itself one too many times for, every time we return to our scene, it seems less like a crime.
What could I do?
What could I do when she said, "I want you"