You say you’re hard to handle, I say I’ve seen worse. You joke about your future Like I’m not already cursed. You’re part confession, part disguise, A walking dare in dim-lit nights. You’re not for free, you make that clear, So can I buy you one more beer? I play along, I speak in code, You raise an eyebrow, strike a pose. You say you’re booked, your time is tight, But I just might be worth your night. Let’s call it a private session, No paperwork, just confession. No clipboard, no diagnosis, Just heat and harmless prognosis. You’re not a sample, you’re the cure. So treat me right, let’s keep it pure. Call it therapy, call it sin, Just tell me when to let me in. Let’s call it a private session, No diagnosis, no confession. No stopping, no code to crack tonight, Just two lost men who feel too right. You’re not a sample, you’re by design. An actor, healer, borderline. So treat me once and call it fate, But don’t you dare reschedule late. You say you act on little stages, But every word turns brand-new pages. From casual chat to something deep, You play the wolf dressed up as sheep. You test the waters, sip your wine, I drop a hint, you read the signs. You’re not just charm, you calibrate, And I pretend it’s all just fate. You treat attraction like a game, Then act like I’m yours to claim. You say, “Depends on how you pay…” Well, darling, I don’t need all day. Just one soft touch, one deeper breath, One perfect line to steal my breath. Let’s call it a private session, No paperwork, just confession. No clipboard, no diagnosis, Just heat and harmless prognosis. You’re not a sample, you’re the cure. So treat me right, let’s keep it pure. Call it therapy, call it sin, Just tell me when to let me in. Let’s call it a private session, No diagnosis, no confession. No shame, no code to crack tonight, Just two lost men who feel too right. You’re not a sample, you’re by design. An actor, healer, borderline. So treat me once and call it fate, But don’t you dare reschedule late.
