I can’t imagine
How much sex we might have shared
In the sea
On the shore
In the boudoir
In the bedroom
Always the call-out was for more
I can’t quite say
Why heat made me behave this way
In the time
In the place
On the case
Joining the race
Always the call-out was for more
I am thoroughly exposed
Opened to the sexuality, moved off the chaste
On the sands
On the dunes
Climbing the heights
Singing the tunes
Always the call-out was for more
