Sweet Nothings

Late in the night he calls my name,
We're not looking for fortune,
We're not looking for fame.
Just he and I in the heat of desire,
Tonight I am his slave and he is my sire.
He tells me sweet nothings and for the while I'm okay,
I extend an inviting welcome and rid his worries of today.
He tells me to come, but I really should to go,
It's almost daylight now and where I am,
No one can know.
I grab my clothes and try to shake off his smell,
then hug him goodnight and kiss him
farewell.