His playing fingers of sensitive plight
Came to visit me on that night
Two gin and tonics in the bar
An embrace later my legs ajar
Most kindly is the question
Do I now rebuff his affection
Because after the deed in morning wilt
My head and heart riddled with guilt
Those hands who guitars strum
Had embraced my bum
My shame it took just a gin
In ardor to commit the sin
Too late now to take it slowly
Do I become all holy?
Weather my vane
Now in the rain
Sing to me a blackbird song
Please don’t say so long!
And even though I do complain
Your artistic hands drove me insane
So return and answer my text
I really don’t want my fate to be a nun come next!
A choir in church I could sing
And God’s blessing to me it would bring
But a rock n roll singer
If in my life he would linger
I would write sonnet after sonnet
And love would surely grow upon it?
Finally if on heaven’s door I knock
And confess with a singer I did rock
Who cares if I am sent down to hell
Because here on Earth I lived really well!
So now I await my fate
Is it all too late?
And do his loving I regret
Do I wish we had never met?
The answer is simply “No!”
Give me this singer anytime and his crescendo!