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Out For The Count
I'd be the boxer on the stool
Waiting for the bell
Ist round
Your grand entrance
but the stool a chair
and my nakedness
Legs over its arms
so your eyes to feast
on my sweet delights
A smile on your entrance
making me wait
whilst you undress
having to explain in detail
to your arousing state
how it's going to be
though breaking the rules I will
when always the draw
between lovers
Is a forceful hand against my bum
till defeated.
Waiting for the bell
Ist round
Your grand entrance
but the stool a chair
and my nakedness
Legs over its arms
so your eyes to feast
on my sweet delights
A smile on your entrance
making me wait
whilst you undress
having to explain in detail
to your arousing state
how it's going to be
though breaking the rules I will
when always the draw
between lovers
Is a forceful hand against my bum
till defeated.
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