He beds me down with gentle words
His lips made of the finest honey
He draws from my wounds carefully
And fills my heart with bluebirds
He strokes my silhouette with ease
He wipes from my eyes the years of fear
He knows I hold him eternally dear
And he wants to appease, he wants to please
He embraces my bosom protectively
He captures my heart in the palm of his hand
He wishes to obey my every command
And yet, he does not belong to me
He nourishes my lips with delicate tarts
He caresses my maiden with willing zeal
He expressively hungers for my hourglass appeal
Alas, our only likeness being: pleasurable hearts
