Was it all a lie?
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Was it all a lie?
That night you came to my bed and offered yourself to me. Was that because I pressured you or confused you in some way?
When you stood before me, dropping your robe to the floor, exposing your wonderous body to my loving eyes. Was it someone else you wished there?
Your hands caressing my face, your lips brushing against mine. Your reassurance when I asked if you were sure.
The skin warm under my lips, my tongue, my teeth. Was that not yours?
Your heart beating faster and you’re your breath getting shorter with each stroke of my fingers. The moans from your lips, were those pain instead of pleasure?
Crying my name as you climaxed, your muscles clenching my fingers so tightly I thought they would break. Was that a mistake? Something meant for someone else?
The soft touches and warm tears of joy you said, as I held you close. Your breathing slowing, your heart ceasing its pounding. Were those make-believe on my part?
The words that we spoke. Were those simply things that lovers say?
The nights we have spent together since, each one more wonderous than the last. The plans that we have made. Pipedreams?
Tell me honestly now and I will believe you, I always do.
Was it all a lie?
Was it all a lie?
That night you came to my bed and offered yourself to me. Was that because I pressured you or confused you in some way?
When you stood before me, dropping your robe to the floor, exposing your wonderous body to my loving eyes. Was it someone else you wished there?
Your hands caressing my face, your lips brushing against mine. Your reassurance when I asked if you were sure.
The skin warm under my lips, my tongue, my teeth. Was that not yours?
Your heart beating faster and you’re your breath getting shorter with each stroke of my fingers. The moans from your lips, were those pain instead of pleasure?
Crying my name as you climaxed, your muscles clenching my fingers so tightly I thought they would break. Was that a mistake? Something meant for someone else?
The soft touches and warm tears of joy you said, as I held you close. Your breathing slowing, your heart ceasing its pounding. Were those make-believe on my part?
The words that we spoke. Were those simply things that lovers say?
The nights we have spent together since, each one more wonderous than the last. The plans that we have made. Pipedreams?
Tell me honestly now and I will believe you, I always do.
Was it all a lie?