As the sun goes down, I feel a thirst
I would love to indulge, but I must wait first
My beloved doesn't get home until several hours later
And waiting for her to arrive can make the agony greater
She arrives and removes her clothes
I tell her I need a "Stiff drink" and she doesn't oppose
I lay on my back which her standing over me
It's not meant for most to see
It's the purest of essence; my fiancee's trickle
I can sometimes see that she's displeased with the prickle
The lancing device is set down, our little toy
Every last drop is mine to enjoy
Sometimes euphoria, and sometimes becoming tired
It runs it's course through me after it has been acquired
This is repeated daily, and sometimes twice
Sharp senses, visions, and a special connection come with an annoying price
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