This lady sang a song
Bemoaning her sad state,
The blues of a circumstantial celibacy
That had come to be her fate.
I, for one, have never been bothered
By lack of activity on that account,
And to me these matters seemed
No great trial to surmount.
But lately there's this nagging feeling
Pulling at my mind.
And though I push it out the way,
It just won't stay on the side.
I've tried the homemade remedies,
The showers tinged with ice
But they just mock my efforts
And tighten up the vice.
See sometimes a body needs a body
To hold them through the night:
To kiss.
To hug.
To make sweet love
Until embraced so tight,
Together you reach the height
Of lovers' bliss
On the wings of pure delight;
Then fall asleep, well content,
To the rhythm of their caresses,
And wake to see the golden dawn
Reflected in their tresses.
So here I find myself a victim of this celibacy
And Jill, I feel you girl
'Cause this thing here, is really workin' on me...
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