You may kiss my cheek gently now sir,
Now don't you get pusht or I might have to yell,
Push you, pretend that you fell.
Now I think you can touch my hair softly,
Don't you dare go a step farther or I'll have to tell,
It's obvious that I'm not for sale.
Now you may bring down my shirt just a little bit,
I'll hold myself just completely unabashedly still,
I'll be silent now I promise, I have a will.
Now you may slip it over my head, hush now darling,
Wrap me up in the linen sheets,
I want you to make love to me.
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