I couldn't really help myself;
I just sort of gave in.
Your lingering, devilish smirk,
lit a fire that burned me from within.

I practically swooned upon hearing
My name fall from your lips.
If I tried, I could almost feel
those hands wrap around my hips.  

But I shouldn't want you, should I?
You're not the one for me.
  Maybe we could give it a shot,
  share a little eternity.  

You can break my heart when you tire
  of me and how I treat you.
  After all, in the end,
  we're only doing as lovers do.