I guide you to sofa for twenty-eight glory
As I take out bubbly and cold-dipped strawberries
To flavour your palette, to balance primaries
With soft music playing to finish night's story

Taking your tired feet and giving a massage
To relax all the aches and to make you feel good
While serving the munches as you slave to the food
But enjoying the view, thinking of late montage

Letting your eyes fall dead for a quick power nap
While I prepare for fun that you will not expect
Almost ready to wake with few things to collect

Looking at you with lust, with the night to recap
So I shake you slowly not to jolt severely
And you look back at me with a menace nearly