I know you will never be sweet to me.

I know that you don’t have love in your heart.

But at least I know it at the start.

I know you don’t think I’m beautiful.

And that I won’t know how soft your hands might feel.

Tenderness is not part of the deal.

I know that you want to corrupt me if you can.

I must be good enough for your lust,

or perhaps its easier with someone you trust.

I know what I am not.

I think, when you take me, I’ll be all right

with the fact that you want me for only one night.

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