Celestial sin

I'm nothing but a student , eager to be taught 
I lay my eyes on you, is it getting hot? 
my dress is slowly lifting I hope that you don't mind 
Teach me with your body, show me how you grind 
I'll follow the rules, unless you tell me not 
don't lock the door, let us get caught 
Yes I understand, your job is on the line 
But so is the trail I'm licking down your spine 
now tell me miss, am I doing well? 
I've never heard someone let out that type of yell 
Tell me did I pass your test?
or did I nearly fail?
now tell me miss, when did you say you want me back?
I must have done something good by the you arched your back 
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