I won't be your governess. I don't know yet if I want children of my own (don't know it, don't think of it unless some simpleton brings out the topic) why should I take the part of your substitute mother? Unless, of course, you'd pay me to do so. So don't call me "mami".
Don't even come near me if you want to be guided, dressed, cuddled like a baby. I won't choose your clothing, I won't smile tenderly when you mess up, I won't be there to lie and say you're perfect if you're not.

By the way, I don't want you to be my father, don't you dare calling me "mija". I don't need a father, I have one and if he dies, then he'll be dead, I won't need you to replace it. If I wanted to be protected I'd hire a bodyguard, so don't act like I'm a piece of china, I won't break, I won't crack, I won't scale, I can easily take life as I had taken it before I met you.

If I once had you in me (once, please just once) I wouldn't dare rejoicing. I wouldn't dare telling you the deepest lies I usually tell (once, once).
I would ask you something useless; I would ask some of the useless questions I ask myself. Something like Why have I always liked the phrase
ever so slowly?
And you'd ask back something like How should I know?
And then I'd know you're listening, telling the truth. If you'd say something like
Cuz it's musical, my love, it's erotic
I'd know that this one time in me is worthless (twice, maybe, just twice) I'd know then that you are not it.