I dreamt again of you last night,
your lips were wet and smiling.
I never thought I'd want a girl
whose smile's so beguiling.
But once again am I proved wrong,
for warmish arms I crave.
With you nearby, my heart is hot,
swift beating in a rave.
And you can stop it, if you care,
or make it beat the faster.
My rhythm's at your mercy,
a slave and you're its master.
So gentle hand, do not delay.
Your loving worker's drained,
but he will work, and he will love,
even if his love is pain.
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