i think i do it,
'because you like it'
but if i keep doing it,
you mustn't tell her why.
you are why i keep doing it.
i just do it because you let me.
and i like it.
when you like it as much as i do.
and when i do it there.
and some times,
i think you like to watch my face,
when my eyes balls.
do what you say they do,
though i am hard pressed
to believe that they do it.
just like you say they do.
and you still have to help me,
as i still dont know how to do it very long.
and when that moment comes.
and you squeeze on it a little more and,
please,
try not to make a long production out of it.
i think it is only because,
you have let me do it for so long and
it seems i always have and it always will
and look at it now,
it's still doing it and i know it's
because you like it
and so i do it for you, when.
and you mustn't ever tell her why,
but i will do it one more time..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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