Coming home from working after stressing too much,
All that I need is your masculine touch.
I call you up and you say let’s go,
Walking towards you, I see your face glow.
You hold me and relieve my aching backache,
Even though it’s late, we stay awake.
As we jog in the freezing evening breeze,
You tell me tales of the pain in your knees.
Sweat trickles down me warm sticky brow,
But that doesn’t really matter right now.
I don’t need a weapon, I’ve got a man,
Don’t come near, because he will and he can.
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