She plies her trade with a smirk on her face and she juggles with my dopamine, and I become whatever she wants.  

You might say she is devious. She would say she shows me my true self. I say she makes me hard.  

My skin becomes her playground, teasing, caressing, clawing and torturing. I let her play, for I am within her control when she juggles my dopamine.  

Then she claims her prize,  she wants my seed, no stroking involved, except in my mind.  

And I am powerless, all because she found the secret passage and juggles my dopamine.