Naughty Game

Night is up.

Guards are down.

For the game

We're gonna play,

These robes

Are a shame.

My lines are

Yearning to be

Rhymed.

Your curves must

Be longing for

Some chimes.

Let me pull

Your hair,

Slightly,

Pat your rare.

Shift my gear to

Squeeze your

Rounded pair.

Holding back,

Is a mistake

So grave.

Your urges are

Mine to to care.

Sometimes up,

Sometimes down.

Let the battle of

Breaths sway.

We're gonna

Ride today, till

We can hardly bear.