Please Scroll Down to See Forums Below 
"Tell me, Bikinimom, tell me roundly,
When you will your heart surrender;
Faith and troth I'll love you soundly,
'Tis I that was the first Pretender.
Ne'er say nay, nor dely,
Here's my heart, and here's my hand too;
All that's mine shall be thine,
Body and goods at your command too."
"Ah ! how many women, quoth Bikinimom,
"Have you promised to be true to ?
Fie ! I think the devil's in you
To kiss a body so as you do !
What d'ye do ? let me go,
I can't abide such foolish doing;
Get you gone you naughty man,
Fie ! Is this your way of wooing ?"
"Prithee, Bikinimom, don't deny me;
Whence this coyness ? Why these blushes ?
Sure you use them but to try me,
And they suit you not with your wishes:
Do not frown, but sit down
On this primrose bed, my sweeting,
And, my love, this shall prove
To thee and me a happy meeting."
"How many women that have believed
This, qouth, Bikinimom, as your meaning ?
Have you heretofore deceived ?
Yet you think it is no sinning.
Fie ! I say, stand away !
Naughty man, I hate such fooling !
Fie ! O sad ! I think you're mad
To rumple a body thus with pulling."
"Tis unkind you thus deny me,
When I tell you that I love ye;
Sit you down, and do but try me,
And you better will approve me.
Come, my Bikinimom, best of any,
In your true love's arms I'll place you;
Sigh not thus, but let's buss,
Love and Hymen both shall grace you."
"This, qouth Bikinimom, is but your saying,
You men are false, 'tis often proved so;
Poor women you long to be betraying;
Oh Fie ! I won't be loved so,
What d'ye do ? let me go;
Fie ! naughty man ! fie ! let me loose:
Oh ! bless me, how you press me,
I think you're wild to hug one thus."
"In your eyes I see a yielding,
I prithee do not thus dissemble;
Nor your heart with doubt be shielding,
But the Queen of Love resemble,
See, my arms wait your charms;
And I must have no denial;
Say not nay, nor delay
But of my passion made a trial."
"What is it you would be doing ?
Pish, I can no longer tarry;
Nay, forbear, is this your wooing ?
Avads, I would not till I marry !
Nay, I won't ! pray now, don't !
Oh me ! fie ! nay tis' evil !
Oh ! What's this ? I profess
You grow more and more uncivil."
"The God of Love gives commission,
And these pleasant shades invite us;
Nay, you must grant my kind petition,
Since to love all things incite us.
My dear heart, do not start,
Joys attend you, transports seize you;
Still to you I'll be true,
In your arms, thus ever please you."
"Oh, you hurt me; nay, forbear now;
What d'ye do ? you have betrayed me;
Oh, I'm ruined ! - and I fear now
You're about for to dispoil me,
Take your course, use your force,
Kill me, kill me, if you please;
Nay, I'll die willingly,
In this sweat death I find such ease."
Yours Always,
Crab3535
When you will your heart surrender;
Faith and troth I'll love you soundly,
'Tis I that was the first Pretender.
Ne'er say nay, nor dely,
Here's my heart, and here's my hand too;
All that's mine shall be thine,
Body and goods at your command too."
"Ah ! how many women, quoth Bikinimom,
"Have you promised to be true to ?
Fie ! I think the devil's in you
To kiss a body so as you do !
What d'ye do ? let me go,
I can't abide such foolish doing;
Get you gone you naughty man,
Fie ! Is this your way of wooing ?"
"Prithee, Bikinimom, don't deny me;
Whence this coyness ? Why these blushes ?
Sure you use them but to try me,
And they suit you not with your wishes:
Do not frown, but sit down
On this primrose bed, my sweeting,
And, my love, this shall prove
To thee and me a happy meeting."
"How many women that have believed
This, qouth, Bikinimom, as your meaning ?
Have you heretofore deceived ?
Yet you think it is no sinning.
Fie ! I say, stand away !
Naughty man, I hate such fooling !
Fie ! O sad ! I think you're mad
To rumple a body thus with pulling."
"Tis unkind you thus deny me,
When I tell you that I love ye;
Sit you down, and do but try me,
And you better will approve me.
Come, my Bikinimom, best of any,
In your true love's arms I'll place you;
Sigh not thus, but let's buss,
Love and Hymen both shall grace you."
"This, qouth Bikinimom, is but your saying,
You men are false, 'tis often proved so;
Poor women you long to be betraying;
Oh Fie ! I won't be loved so,
What d'ye do ? let me go;
Fie ! naughty man ! fie ! let me loose:
Oh ! bless me, how you press me,
I think you're wild to hug one thus."
"In your eyes I see a yielding,
I prithee do not thus dissemble;
Nor your heart with doubt be shielding,
But the Queen of Love resemble,
See, my arms wait your charms;
And I must have no denial;
Say not nay, nor delay
But of my passion made a trial."
"What is it you would be doing ?
Pish, I can no longer tarry;
Nay, forbear, is this your wooing ?
Avads, I would not till I marry !
Nay, I won't ! pray now, don't !
Oh me ! fie ! nay tis' evil !
Oh ! What's this ? I profess
You grow more and more uncivil."
"The God of Love gives commission,
And these pleasant shades invite us;
Nay, you must grant my kind petition,
Since to love all things incite us.
My dear heart, do not start,
Joys attend you, transports seize you;
Still to you I'll be true,
In your arms, thus ever please you."
"Oh, you hurt me; nay, forbear now;
What d'ye do ? you have betrayed me;
Oh, I'm ruined ! - and I fear now
You're about for to dispoil me,
Take your course, use your force,
Kill me, kill me, if you please;
Nay, I'll die willingly,
In this sweat death I find such ease."
Yours Always,
Crab3535
thats a little psycho if you ask me 
