Worker of love

I don't want your money
I want your morning
Give me your body
Give me your voice
Give me your worst,
give me your best
I will do the rest.
Give me your touch,
the memories aren't new;
the days I spent my life with you,
Was a wave of sensation
Flowing through my heart.
Not insinuating,
‘Twas an unforeseen fact
She shivered and
Permitted herself to say
I Love You Ola !
give me a little love from you,
I felt the pain of lust.
Shower me with your rain of love,
For I had made you feel bored.
My worker of love