On your knees you go

Don’t take too much time.

I’m not the kind of woman to wait

Or I wouldn’t write in rhyme.

You’ll do what I want

With a smile upon your face

Bring me a cup of pleasure

My little sensual disgrace.

Touch me without permission

Back in the chair you go

When I tell you that I want it

You’d better make it grow.

You’ll give it to me exactly

When and where I want.

How is up to me, my dear

‘My this whip does haunt.’

Everyone does what you say

You are the leader everywhere

But here alone with me

You are a man, with a chair.

Please me into happiness

I may give you a break.

It isn’t the business of what we know

It is only what I take.

There are things that women want

Yet we aren’t all the same

You will either get pleasure from this

Or end up quitting the game.

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