Sweet Nothings

Whispers in your ear; seductive velvet voice
Each syllable a new shiver down your spine.
Weak-kneed, youll bow down to every word,
Youll fall for every line,
Until youre lying in the position in which youre wanted.
Sweet nothings turn to true nothing,
When you are used and thrown away,
One night that meant so much to you,
Are hardly worth a word.
Whispers in your ear; seductive velvet voice
Sweet nothings are truly that,
No matter what you try to hear.