. 
When I come home 
She lies in wait 
Her arms outstretched 
Her form prostrate 

Her pretty legs 
And dainty feet 
Compel my heart 
To miss a beat 

Her body draped 
In silken thread 
My heart can't fail 
To rule my head 

She bids me come 
Caress her back 
Of tempting me 
She has the knack 

My head now rests 
In crook of arm 
I'm helpless 'gainst 
Her magic charm 

Indulgence makes me 
Yearn to touch 

The sumptuous lines 
Of my old couch.