Rhyme on a Short Skirt on Dancefloor

[rollingbrianjones]

Rhyme on a Short Skirt on a Dancefloor
 
There are some things I’d take,
Yet far more things I won’t;
There are some things I want
Yet far more things I don’t.
Oh, but cert’nly my dear, I will promise you this;
Your dainty derriere I would passionately kiss,
And your hair, soft as silk, I would gently caress
With your shoulders I’d wrestle, releasing your stress.
Now, your legs I would stroke from the hip to the toe
And I’d take your left hand; trace your palm gently, slow.
But your heart and your mind
I think I’d leave behind.
Yes, you’re fairly nice looking, but stupid.