I’ll never bring her roses damasked, white or red,
Nor watch her blush responding to my kiss;
And never will I take my girl to bed
For night of love and passion, dream and bliss.

I’ll never have her tremble in my arms
I'll never smell or taste her oozing charms;
And never will entangled in embrace
Her thighs could quiver cumming on my face.

And never will I watch her darkened eyes
When whimpering and begging in her need
She’ll take my hot and deeply filling seed
With wailing, long, triumphant, loud cries.

And yet she brings me passion, joy and thrill
Like no other lover ever will.