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a maid's tale

he looks at me so shyly
he thinks that i don't know
he works so very hard
for his lust not to show
we sit there at the table
and i wish that he could see
how very close at times
my hand is to his knee

as i work around the bedrooms
change all the linen sheets
pick up the mistress's clothes
brush them clean and neat
i look upon her pillows
on her large feather bed
close my eyes and think
of us in there instead

he moves ever a little nearer
each single passing day
gathering his courage
for what he wants to say
he doesn't know i'm boiling
with the heat of my own lust
i really don't want to but i will
seduce him if i must

upstairs downstairs
round and around the house
i want an ardent lover
not an adoring mouse
i will lure him to my chamber
if it can be called that name
and when i have finished there
he will know the loving game

i will show to him my nakedness
kept just for him alone
and i will make him show me
more nakedness of his own
i will make of him my lover
make of him my loving friend
tease him ease him release him
bring our story its happy end

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