Feast your eyes on this.
Can you see my hips swing
When I'm walking?
Cant you see my lips smile
when you're talking
to me?
Don't you know what it means?

My hand's sitting right there.
Want to hold it?
You can.
My shirt's falling off my shoulder
you could run your fingers up it.
My lips are good at kissing
if you want to.

And while we're kissing
would it be a terrible thing
if my shirt came off,
and yours too?
Our hands and mouths could explore
what our eyes have hinted at.
I could find your pleasures,
and you mine.

Remember my hips?
They do more than swing.
My legs do more than walk,
they could wrap around
your tanned gymnast's body.
Are you man enough
to plunder my treasures?
We'll both be richer than before.