It comes to you when you least expect it
It's swaying in arrival, a sultry alluring look that puts you in your place
Foolish to think you could ever live without it
It smells of lavender soap and asks for your hand
You take it and hold - it's both soft and gripping
It puts on your favourite - just one more time
You take it without second thought and when you do you question why you ever stopped
And I feel it through me - having and fast and all I can think of is it
I'm in a world where it exists only but then it's over
And it rushes out, just as fast as it came in
You can feel yourself break now
This wasn't the last
There will never be a last.