How oft Iíve asked what stirs within
Whilst thinking over beer.
A detailed hand to gently cup
Thy parts private and sheer?
No, alas, that is not it,
I humbly do confess.
I want a man with passionís fit
To tear right through my dress.
When I was child, I saw a child
Stalked by a fretful man.
He caught and held her looking wild
Butís he I understand.