round & round

Here we go round and round again, boy...

Beds are knocking against the wall...

Come into my treasure filled chest, boy.

And pull on to my narrow hips and give into my plans for you, mate. You can be a pirate, or native and scalp me, or slap my face. We can play our dangerous little sex games... although there's nothing little about you, boy.

I have scaled mountains, I have cried a thousand times. I have traveled further to the highest sky.... 

I don't have fear of flight.

Round and round, we go....

We are disciplined....

Other notions I know

I am submissive and a bit subversive too

And I don't want to be on top of wedding cake for two.