When I am with you I can't help but wear something risque.

When I am with you I can't help but wear something risque.
Your beautiful buxom bitch's body on fill display.
I love when you take me out to dinner to show me off.
I always wear the slutty little dresses that make decent people scoff.

I love it when you are a gentleman and open the door.
Though I know it is so you can take a good long look at your personal whore.
I take your hand as I get out of the car and slowly walk past.
My hips swaying as I give you a nice good peek at my ass.

When you make me laugh it gives me and excuse to touch my chest.
Your eyes always going straight to my breast.
I kick off my shoes and touch your leg letting my foot explore.
Barley resisting the urge to crawl under the table and do far more.