She is pansy faced
In white French lace
Seal skin soft
Blonde hair tossed
To make your knees weak
Watch you swallow hard
Direct these emotions
Lead this dance
If she will let you
take that chance
Touch her will
Surrender
is your prize
With just
the right touch
Kisses are fire
The moon and stars
Choreographing desire
She is setting the scene
Now pouring the wine
Waiting for you Darlin
To ignite her mind
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