Tender!
Tender! was the night
Tender! with delight
Tender! she was warm
Tender! was her form.
Gentle was that lace that hugged and traced;
Smooth and fitting and fully committing.
Hug her close and hug her near;
keep her away from those you fear;
hide her away and hide the queer;
don't let her shed another tear.
Place your hands where they fit best;
lay her carefully down to rest.
Close your eyes, don't feel oppressed;
make sure you pass the test!
Eyes open wide until they collide.
Hold them steady, keep them wide.
Hands tied, ignore the sky,
be careful of the demon bride
(yes, the one you hold in your arms with pride).
Tender! she was, in the night at the start
Tender! she was, once with good heart
Tender! when the moon was high and so was the pride
Tender! she was, before she died.
If you see her in the bed, you better watch your head, she died a while ago, now she's here to serve the final blow.
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