Asexual

I love you,
and I’m all yours,
but you’d have to count to nine
to get me on all fours,
or you won’t be mine,
because you’d be gone.

You mustn’t cross my line,
and don’t you whine.
We both know that I’m divine.
I’m fine wine,
and until the day that I’m ready,
you won’t dig this gold mine.

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