I fit just perfect,
Wrapped up in his arms.
I sit just perfect, 
Flaunting all of my charms.

Then a look comes into his eyes 
And my toes start to wiggle.
His blues so intense,
That I start to giggle.

Then through my lashes,
My eyes peak at his.
Boldness creeps in,
With a wicked girl grin.

He wants me to reveal,
Every curve and dip.
From the nape of my neck,
To the length of my limbs.

My tiny feet,
To the bow of my lips.
My monkey hands,
And the peak of my nips.

My Cheshire grin, 
Lashes to there.
Smooth, silky skin,
And my round derrière.

My legs, tan and lean,
Toes painted red.
A trimmed little bush,
And messy curls on my head.

I look just perfect,
Under his eyes.
I feel just perfect, 
'Cus his make me shine.