Where are you my dear?

Where are you my dear?
I'm missing you so much
Imagine you in your wedding suit
When had by others touch
I'd like to be your hands
To feel them during dance
On music from Emanuelle movie
And not to be him, but you to be
So passionatly fuck me
In atmosphere relaxed-free
Under all that words- oui,
Voules vous fly to Paris?
Or may be more some brandy?
Non, my soul is married
And there is no quit
Cause I've seen you in wedding suit
But only where are you my dear?