Climber of Mountains

         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