Come here she says with her look
And drops her knickers to the floor
I move over and touch her nook
Wanting ever, oh, to get more.
Teasingly she plays shy
And I reach for the clasp on her bra
Who will get some today if not I?
So resist the urge her to claw.
Kiss her on the lips then I try
And she responds, oh, what an itch
Alas she then moves to fly
And I'm left without wearing a stitch.