How good it must be

In your bed

Let me slip beneath the pile

The sky tells me nothing worthwhile

It will rain again it said

And me so alone in my bed



I think of people of my years

Who take wives, husbands, or lovers

For their stormy nights ahead



How good it is

In your bed

How the feathers are so snug

I would enter like a drug

If you weren't so noisy right

Too many sermons in the night



Are you scared of me touching you?

Open your sheets

Shut your mouth too

Now it's too late 

I'm there



It's almost too hot

In your bed

Beneath the thick blanketing

Turn off the lights it's upsetting

Come close to me 

I beg of you

I'll enjoy what you do



Just say how and just say when

And if a gourmand de cr鑝e

I must have someone 

At all costs



But still you must realise

Before tomorrow's sunrise

Lest you desire it

Or dream

If you touch me

I'll.......scream!