I think I would,
be up to no good,
If I could,
placing my hand up your skirt,
you vixen,
you flirt,
you smile and wink,
what you offer me,
I dare not to think,
kisses smooth and soft,
but now you are so aloft,
away like thin air,
if I let you,
do what you wish,
we both would be,
up to no good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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