Keeps pulling me in

It's about to begin

Leaning close to me
   Sighing

Stepping a little closer not done
   Trying

Leaves my body
   Quaking

My soul
   Shaking

Speaking honey dripped words
   Breathtaking

Perfection for awhile never
   Swaying

Waiting for a sign that he is
   Faking

When it is shown it will be
  Heartbreaking

My heart is his for the
  Taking

Still pulling me in

Going to let it begin

Ignore the side of me that is use to
   Denying

Mute the voice as it whispers, "One of you is Lying."