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Sex Therapy

Baby I know you had a long day,
so sit back and relax and just know
I got you babe.

Kick off your shoes and rest a while.
You should already know I got something
up my sleeve because that's my style.

Let me rub your head to relieve some of
your stress. You just need to chill and know
that I'll take care of all the rest.

Your dinner is finished so you can eat.
The wine is chilled so that'll make it
complete.

Your bathwater is running so that you
can just soak and clear your head. I'll
wash your body so you'll be all ready
for bed.

I'll dry you off and lay you down. Your
love is my ocean and that's where I plan
to drown.

Pouring warm oil over your body to
prepare for a rub down. I know I'm doing
the right thing because you just made the
ohhh ahhh sound.

Rubbing your body down I feel all the
tenseness go away. Your so relaxed that
a moan is all you can say.

You turn over so that I can straddle your
lap. You just gave me the treasure, and I
didn't even need a map.

Totally relaxed you start to take control.
Our bodies then meet and together we
become whole. 

When we finished I let you know that when
your stressed right here is where I'll be.
And that you'll never have to make an
appointment for Sex Therapy.

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