Nibble and Stroke
You're doin' it wrong, you're squeezin' too hard
Your hands are too cold, can't you wait till their warm?
Let me finish this page, it won't take long
I'll tell you when I'm ready - you can leave the light on
You're scratching my back, that's makin' me sore
You need to file your nails down, you need a manicure
Don’t make so much noise, don’t make a sound at all
Neighbours might be listening got a glass to the wall
You've snagged my stockings an’ you've bruised my hips
You pulled my hair an’ you bit my lip. You're over
Excited, your hands are too rough, I’m working in the
Morning can’t you speed things up?
Still got my heels on, I know you like that, but don’t
Press so hard you’re gonna break my back. If I’ve
Told you once I must have said it tenfold, it’s better
When you’re gentle just nibble and stroke
When you came to bed did you stop to think 'bout
My new hairdo and my sensitive skin. I love your
New Penhaligon’s Eau de Parfum, but I’d rather
You shaved before splashing it on!
© Joseph G Dawson
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