May I
With love and tenderness my kisses come
and in my arms so comfy you will lie
My pulses beating like a drum
repeatedly asking, may I?
With your slender fingers caressing me
your soft red lips kissing me
Your sparkling eyes beg me to try
again my heart cries out, may I?
But then you nod your little head
and softly begin to cry
You shyly show me to the bed
and my darling, I needn’t ask again, may I?
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