Stretched across the couch
Old blue bathrobe
Fingers on my body
Touch my left ear lobe,
Fingers on my thigh
Robe slides aside
Hopes and desires
Often do collide,
Where should I go
Peaks to ascend
What rules of conduct
Would I like to bend,
Answers never clear
Fingers have their way
Afterwards I wonder
What should I say,
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