I told you
get down on your Knee's
can I close the Window first my Love
as their's a shocking Breeze.
You said
I could have you on Tap,
well you can soon as I've sealed off
the Cat Flap.
I'm struggling with
Arthritis these Days,
I remember the last time
you left me with such a Graze.
There was an issue of Bruises
that marked me Black and Blue,
do I have to get down on my Knee's
as I'll do anything else for you.
Do anything you want to me
your the Boss,
Mistress of the Bedroom
is what I'm trying to get across.
Dress me up
in a Toga,
and we'll perform
Sexual Yoga.
I'll give you
my all,
bouncing you up and down
on an Exercise Ball.
Take you to places
you've never been before,
just by strengthening
your Core.
Afterwards please
don't call it Rape,
as all I wanted to do
was put you in the best physical shape.
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