| Climber of Mountains
Call me caring, call me friend
But never that we should be alone
Unless it's on the phone.
When you seem to need attention
I am attentive to your needs
Fancy my presence, fancy my agony
You heave and seem to beckon, call
My call buttons - you push them all.
When my rogue stares revel, fascinated
You pretend it's scamp perversion
So, call me however you will
From arm's length or sweaty dream.
Equally I bow in reverence to
Your majesty, your majesty
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