If I could tickle your toes, my Rose

And stroke your sumptuous bottom 

‘Twould mean my dear, you’re here, quite close

And all my joys – I’d’ve got ‘em

For powerful as the peerless thought

Is, that your presence lingers

Its best when in the flesh you’re sought

And found by my rapturous fingers

- And eager eyes. Tonight! Tonight! 

I’ll find you in my touch and sight. 

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