I see it as a desp’rate sort of move

And desperation’s something I despise.

Each time you beckon me I disapprove.

An overeager beaver is unwise.

It has to be a challenge for me, dear.

If I don’t have to earn it, keep it, please.

There aren’t a lot of people I let near.

And, no, it doesn’t help you should you tease.

I know you’re asking me for more than sex.

If sex were ever simple, I’d oblige.

But really it’s a cursed kind of hex.

More than I would be willing to abide.

So if you please, I’ll choose not to partake.

I’m better off not making that mistake.