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Would it trouble ye to stroke my spine

Caress my back from neck to base

For your touch, my love, is indeed divine

In each and every other case

To feel the tips of your fingers so

To precede slumber I do truly seek

My pleasure it will grow and grow

Till it has matched all heavens peak

Massage my queen and I will respond

Rid me of the days troubles and woes

For you know that I know of what you are fond

I will stroke ye from your hair down to your toes