You are far from home, Sir
and I am not your type
You work a day job
I work the night
I know why you're ''here''
and I'll take you 'there''
I'll whisper your name
You'll pull at my hair
Your kiss will beg me open
and you'll gently slide it in
I'll pretend I'm yours forever
as you cloak me in sin
Tonight I'll quench your fire
and probably tomorrow
But I'll never be your lady
whether I spit, gag or swallow.
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