She would make a point, but is corrected,
He chides her gently; does she still protest?
No, for her murmured sigh is scarce detected,
One might suggest it's largely for the best;
If she desires the despoliation
And all those feelings that so disempower,
Perhaps she'd better beg for expiation
Before the smile gets thinner - even sour;
He will not argue - he can see no reason:
He's right, she's wrong;that's all there is to it
She may not know exactly how to please him,
Save, when it comes to points: swallow not spit;
If her mouth is open when he's erect,
She'll really make the point when they connect.
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