Body Heat 105

We drank several glasses of champagne In the living room of her house. Around 9:30 that evening, I found myself in her blouse. I fondled and kissed her so gently Like the soft footsteps of a mouse. To my surprise, she opened her eyes And said, "look, we're not going to play house." I right away replaced her clothing And buttoned her blouse once more. There was no doubt of my defeat As I lay there upon the floor. She said, "tell the truth, are you angry?" I answered, by far I was not, "It's more important what you think of me Than what I may not have got." She wiped away a tear from both eyes And said, "you're my kind of man." At that point, she did arise And to me she held out her hand She led me away like a blind man Who had somehow lost his cane. When we reached her bedroom door, I thought I'd gone insane. Before long, we found ourselves naked As she held me in her palm. Can you dare imagine, my friend, How hard it was for me to stay calm? We searched all the forbidden places As our body heats reached 105; If love's relief had not been achieved, I doubt if we'd still be alive.