Oh no

She isn't the type of woman who will crawl to you,
Bend down at the knees and slither her hips
To get to your knees and beg for a kiss,
She won't move seductively across the carpet
Crawling doesn't look good on her, oh no.

She won't bow her head in submission to anyone,
Or avert her eyes from yours to show you she knows
Her place is beside you, behind you, below you
And you can pull and tug at her until you lose your hope,
She isn't the type to lay down and let you.

You won't see her kneeling at your feet with her tongue out,
Waiting for a morsel of affection, her red lips parted slightly,
Her eyes begging for a little drop of you, a little taste...
You won't see her like that, with her back arched expectantly
And her body ready and ripe for the taking. Oh no.

She's the type of woman to slither between your sheets
And make funeral pyre of the four post bed you sleep in.
And despite your screams and your moans, she won't stop
And you won't mind letting her rip into your flesh
And flay you alive, strip by bloody strip. Oh yes.

She's the type of woman who will only sway her hips when in heels,
And you won't be able to break the mesmerizing dance
Of her walking toward you, knowing full well you will be the one to kneel.
You will be obedient and quiet until she tugs at your seams,
And when it's all over you'll find her ready for more, oh yes she will.

She will make you bow your head, if only to kiss her and get a taste
Of her lips, as sweet as cherries and as plump too,
You will bow your head and avert your eyes from her gaze,
Once you learn full well what her eyes can tell you...
She will eat you alive, and you'll be begging for more. Oh yes.

She's the type of woman who will take with her everything you prize,
And when she turns her back and walks out of your life you'll watch her go,
Still mesmerized by the sway of her hips, and the curve of her lips,
You will give her the most prized part of yourself,
And you'll watch her devour you hole.