Eel, squirming in the flow
pure ecstatic
each gentle caress
sending shivers of joy
evoke the power of puppeteers
take my willing body
and make it dance your dance

Fireworks and warmth
covers and bath salts
smooth like good chocolate
-and just as irresistible

Puppeteer, take my body;
I do not think I could stop you
But please, have my soul;
for it is mine to give