Not Quite an Exhibitionist

You’re not an exhibitionist,
But still you like to please me.
And so you often show me yours
Because you like to tease me.

You pull your neckline down a lot,
And tug your skirt up high.
I like to see your silky skin,
It really makes me sigh.

And when you move your legs apart,
A lovely thing to see,
I see that awesome treasure there,
And know it’s there for me.

And then you bring your nipples out;
Another thing you do.
So many choices now have I,
I don’t know what to do!

Deciding, though, is obvious.
We let our clothing fall.
And then we climb up on the bed,
So I can do it all!

And when I kiss you on the lips,
(Those either up or down),
You grab me by my member then,
And then we go to town!

I love to hear your moaning cries
Of such unbridled lust,
I do my very best to please—
Restraint left in the dust.

When finally you are satisfied,
And I am finished too,
We smile and snuggle on the bed.
—I’m so in love with you!