Whisper sweet, sweet lies to me again

Lying next to me,

hand in hand,

You whisper in my ear softly...

 "You are amzing"

Is this a truthful lie?

Why are you quitly speaking,

sweet things to me?

Are they what you truly feel or

is there something you want from me?

 Soft as a feather,

your lips reach mine,

hopefully to part away, never.

 "You are so beautiful"

Is this a kind hearted hyperbole?

I can be pretty...

Sometimes. But beautiful?

Your hands stroke across my chest,

should I lay this night,

to rest?

 How far your sweet,
sweet lies got you.

 I thought the words you spoke,

were the feelings yu felt.

 Now, I sit alone.

Hand on my blossoming belly.

Waiting for you to whisper...

Whisper sweet, sweet lies to me again.