Firm arms wrapped around my waist
Chocolatey skin I can almost taste
Your words caress my senses
But strangely provoke my defenses
These words you speak, are they even yours?
Or have you read them behind closed doors?
My mind is busy deciphering your words
While my stomach is full of small birds
They almost lift me from the ground
But before I reach cloud nine
I remember my mother told me "they all lie"
As I slowly come back to reality
I am faced with truths brutality
"They all lie"