turn up the heat you say
you please in the heart to play
pleasure is the treasure of a game
when two in love both feel the same
a chase through time and fleeting thoughts
naughty to one glances in the deep of our nights
not lost to sight these smitten days
no cost for delight in mutual ways
a flex of reason in visible display
for the touch of an apron
and to know what may
come
if you come this way
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