Tell Me If You Like It

Eventually you will be mine,
and you will see what I've been hiding
beneath my cotton panties.
What do you say, my older valentine?

Comb your gray hairs aside,
and look at me,
and tell me if you like what you see.
Tell me if you like it when I dance for you.
Tell me if you like when I rake my hands along your chest.
Tell me if you like when I place your hand upon my breast.
Tell me if you like when I sit on your lap,
rubbing my bottom, small and round,
into the bulge of your pants.
Tell me if you like when I speak my whispered words,
tell me if you are as self-assured as you seem to be.

They said you were a strong man,
but I am not convinced.
You are a helpless creature,
when I become fresh with you.
You can curse all you want.
You can drink your liquor.
You can smoke your cigarettes most brazenly,
but tell me if you like it
when I ask you to go to bed with me.