Forte Hanky Panky
Bound so tight with your silken love
tends to excite that wild beast within.
The dark of a crow and light of a dove.
This collaboration I’m eager to begin,
you leave me breathless and sweating.
I fall hard for that overtly masculine grin.
Your wet growl leaves me anticipating,
it echoes the tempo that haunts me.
Don’t say this is a game we’re playing.
Our version of forte hanky-panky,
you can’t cover this song acoustically.
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