Sex Doesn't Mean You Trust Me

When you touch me my body responds
When I ask questions you cannot answer
You kiss my neck to distract me
You lay me down under your body
My body betrays me with its need
To be close to you in any possible way
So for awhile  I let my questions fade away
But they're never far from my mind
While you're touching me ever so softly
You make me feel so very loved, trusted
But great sex doesn't equal great love
And I know you've been hurt over and over
I pray you trust me, love me enough to let me stay
Gentle touches don't portray loving thoughts
So set aside the need for physical pleasure
And answer my question before I leave
Do you trust me? Do you love me?
Is this just epic sex used to cover your lies?
The lies you tell yourself to get by