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Nibble, squeeze an’ bite
You're not doin' it right, you're squeezin’
Too hard, your hands are too cold, can't
You wait till their warm? You’re like a
Bull at a gate, wantin' more than there
Is, a china shop invasion, pulled my
Hair an’ bit my lip.
I got my high heels on, I know you
Like it like that, don't press so hard
An’ don't bend my back, fingers like
A feather if you want me to respond,
A little gentle lovin’ is the turn on that
When you came to bed did you ever
Stop to think, ‘bout my new hairdo an’
My sensitive skin? I love your Paco
Rabanne, Gucci Guilty Pour Homme,
But I wish you’d have a shave before
You slap it on.
You’re doin’ it right, you got your touch
Spot on, your hands are like heaven,
Slip ‘em under my bu*, my stocking
Top embroidery, made to tantalize the
Mind, slide your fingers very slowly
From my ankles to my thighs.
Pause a moment for surrender, let
Me feel the passion rise, sorry ‘bout
The list above, none of which applies,
Cuddle up, touch me up, nibble,
Squeeze and bite, the rules are all for
Breakin’, rough me up if you like...
© Joseph G Dawson