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I think the late, great Ian Dury must’ve been with me when I penned this gem…

“It’s Bliss”

when you drape your arm across me
as we snuggle ‘neath the sheets
don’t you know that it’s bliss?

when you stroke my back to rouse me
press your thigh between my cheeks
don’t you know that it’s bliss?

you are my tangerine
my christmas stocking
my wildest dream
just when my stock is low
you lift me up with
your inner glow

oh yes, this is bliss –
you and me were made for this

when you sometimes say the wrong thing
and i know it’s just a tease
don’t you know that it’s bliss?

when the vagaries of english
leave us frazzled, on our knees
don’t you know that it’s bliss?

you are my butterball
my yummy cupcake
my afters-all
i don’t know what i did
to earn the right
to this lovely gift

oh yes, this is bliss –
someone up there wanted this

when you stare at me with wild eyes
and then rape me with that look
don’t you know that it’s bliss?

when you get a little tipsy
and won’t let me off the hook
don’t you know that it’s bliss?

you are my arctic roll
my chocolate-drizzled
profiterole
i stumble through the day
to rush back to you
and have my way

oh yes, this is bliss –
you and me were meant for this

and…

each time your facebook page
reveals a new outrage
and i climb on my high horse
i get all in a tiz
because you are the biz
i’m a jealous guy, of course…

when you pant and sigh your pleasure
as i nestle ‘tween your thighs
don’t you know that it’s bliss?

when the heavy breathing quickens
and the prick is on the rise
don’t you know that it’s bliss?

you are my haagen-dazs
my soft encasement
of carnal class
your smile just radiates
the beauty to which
i gravitate

how can i resist?

oh yes, this is bliss
was it He who gave us this?

…and when your silky skin entices
i dive in
to the pool of love divine
whatever is His plan
i’ll die a happy man
in the knowledge you were mine

oh yes,
this is bliss
i’m so glad
t’have felt like this