It's love!

I want to be so small you want to surround me, that you come close to me, to see me. There is two of you, and there will be more. I'm sitting there alone watching  you circle me. I lure you in with my innocents, but I'm actually very deceptive, because when  you come even remotely close, I come at you and swallow you whole. You like that though, because you know my reaction. I'm'a Dragon! It's expected, it's honest. It's not gaiety running rampant through the willows of time, right? No! belonging to me is something relativity concrete. Belonging to me means you enjoy circling me. It's not insanity. You know I'm vulnerable, because you come back to get swallowed again.