He clinched me close a kind of claim Id crave
He whirled me once then pressed us boobs to ribs
It sent a signal forth our nipples good as snibs
I locked in coupledom the other chicks hed waive
As muscle bound he was I bet him brave
I gasped in sudden squeeze I wont tell fibs
I was off guard I couldnt create ad libs
I feared I looked in pain in palms of knave
His kisses werent the best the metric mind
He bumped our noses still he lapped lower lip
The last thing wanted was a small tooth chip
I learnt to french from fellows double bind
Our breathing broke the super silent air
He clasped me close I cuddled back his care
Chorus air ar aria
