A humble coachride side by side
With tired feet and weary eyes
But dare I ask for such great luck
As to attain your silky touch?
Draw closer, nearer, wretched thee
Descretely, effortlessly tease
Then lean on me while music plays
And lay like this for days and days
Or say an hour quite instead
While my cheek rests upon your head
I feel your torso slightly
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