You do your best to quickly conquer me
I feel the flattery a little fake
I want you more I mumble half arsed plea
In sadomasochism theres mutual ache
Your shoulders suffer finger nails on rake
The scratches manifest as ruddy marks
Your buttocks suffer finger pads on shake
The dimples manifest as shallow arcs
You force your share of crazy creative sparks
I wince at naughty nipple pinch and pluck
And next your hand to nether parts embarks
Your knuckles knock at clitoris I buck
I wonder whats instinctive whats ideal
In hidden mind and mood if fake or real
Chorus ideal flawless perfect
