I lack a lover but I have a mate,
and think that I’d prefer the opposite:
A little lusciousness to celebrate
a body long asleep but growing fit;
a bit of dalliance, erotic fun,
relief from all the jobs I have to do.
But I don’t think I need from anyone
assistance with my work or point of view.

So if you’d be my partner for tonight,
I hardly have to tell you what I need.
Pretending wrong is conjug’ly our right,
and I can’t guarantee that we’ll succeed,
but drop the poses as you drop your pants –
just give us sex and I’ll give us a chance.