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First Lap Dance

Your scissor thin lips
and the tip of your hips
have gotten me all in a lather
I've tried to walk straight
but the lump in my gait
is telling me what I would rather.

I've tried to be firm
and really not squirm;
this sounds to me like some rants.
You stand your ground,
but when no one's around
somehow you wake with no pants!

So, to be square
and really not fair,
this is me being naked;
I know it's a chore
and hardly a door,
so maybe we could really just fake it?

The truth and the fact
is that your big rack
is scaring me half way to death;
I've never been close
and been so verbose
and panting and losing my breath!

Just lean back and leave it you;
well, what is it then you plan to do?
and why are you doing that there?
Oh, now I see
what's happened to me;
now what's that up in the air?

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