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Enticing like treats or Japanese cuisine
You can float like a butterfly, woman, tasting as you wish
Finger-tips will brush your palm
One after the other
Gentle beginnings, violent ends
The slow sensuality of a night’s conversation

You’ll sit there then
Debating on whether to move
Wrapping yourself in the finest of gowns and the strongest of armour
But when it’s love that knocks on your door, woman
You will stand and answer naked
And all the rules will change