It be so lightly,
as we close our lips to passion
  and open our lips to lust.
  Advantage be taken of me
  as this reminds me of the memories
  And though love has left this action,
  his touch is still worth anything.
  Even without feeling [behind it]
  I confide in it.
  I'm alive with him.
  His kiss to me is for his own,
  Not for a feeling of which should be known.
  There is nothing now, but cold lips and
  empty words.
  No feeling or vision of love can be heard.
  And all he feels is sensuality,
  This is my sad reality,
  For every touch or stare received,
  He will never again feel love me,
  For his love for me
  Took its leave
  He breathes with sexuality.