An indecent proposal has made my head reel.
You talk to me slowly; your words have an appeal.
You come and go, darling, but the echo remains.
The sound of your voice adds some fire to my veins.
I really think that I should get finally laid,
Somewhere on the sofa, wrapped up in a plaid.
I am sure that you could make it alright.
Of course, I do mind turning on all the lights.
The indecent proposal I want you to repeat.
Once I might have said ‘no’, now I sweat in the heat.
Our scarce trysts have nothing in common with love,
But I’ve cried and I’ve soured on the shelf long enough.
I feel I’m mad about you, even if you don’t care;
Many passionate thoughts run thru my brain and flare.
I can be a little bedmate, a white clown, a bride,
Provided that you still want me by your side.
Indecent proposal
© Copyright: Ирина Манохина, 2008
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