Yes … I want to fuck you in places concave and convex But I don’t just want to fuck you for the sake of having sex And what I mean by that is I’m not here to corrupt you But at the same time I just don’t want you to lay there, and let me fuck you I want t you to stop me at the door of your labial slits Take my rod of desire and use it to stroke your clit Not just as an instrument to impale your pussy and run it through I want you to use my rod [and my staff], to comfort you I want you to guide me in like the Port Authority guides ships into the docks Feeling the warm flesh of your uterine walls as you engage my waist in a leg lock Winding and churning your hips with your pubic area grinding against mine Easing ever forward into a climatic episode … a feeling so divine I want to fuck you, listening to you sigh and moan in perfect erotic pitch And at times I wan you to take control, fuck me and make me your bitch Fucking me like no means yes … riding me the distance As if you have nothing to lose standing before a judge handing you your sentence