WHEN a pair of red lips are upturned to your own With no one to gossip about it, Do you pray for endurance to let them alone? Well, maybe you do -- but I doubt it. When a sly little hand you're permitted to seize, With a velvety softness about it, Do you think you can drop it with never a squeeze? Well, maybe you do -- but I doubt it. When a tapering waist is in reach of your arm, With a wonderful plumpness about it, Do you argue the point 'twixt the good and the harm? Well, maybe you do -- but I doubt it. And if by these tricks you should capture a heart, With a womanly softness about it, Will you guard it and keep it, and act the good part? Well, maybe you will -- but I doubt it. |