"r ever ceases I would rouse her with my kisses and tussle with her demons Seemingly familiar even though I know I have never met her Like I send a dream in a letter to heaven and it sent her Went Word Sent word to others There is a lover, never met, yet she is sleeping in my covers There ain't no others, count the rubbers up to prove it do not want to be the nuisance always asking, Wanna do it?" . . . .