his hand on her waist,
his voice in her ear,
it's leading up to it now,
theres nothing here to fear,
he tells her he loves her,
she knows its a lie,
it's just a spur on the moment sort thing,
theres nothing serious in his eyes,
she knows she should stop this,
but the feeling is there,
she knows in about 15 seconds she'll strip him bare,
and whilst soul meets soul on lovers lips,
theres no love in the thrust of her lovers hips...
