I plant persuasion on your lips with every kiss,

With every passionate touch my soul screams for your love.

Pulling you closer, holding you tighter to test your response,

Questioning whether you love me.

Pull me closer, hold me tighter so I know that you love me,

I, I need you to love me.

But I come to realise that it can't be love if you demand my persuasion,

And even if you don't demand it, I will subconsciously keep on providing.

Because no one can love a woman like me,

Answering myself, you don't love me.