Jeanne saved my soul again last night. She bathed me in love.
She told me I was beautiful.
And I made her come a lot.
She made me special perfumed tea.
Went and bought patisserie.
Put on music....Bob Marley.
Lay me back. And fed me.
She read a poem by Baudelaire.
Sitting naked in the chair.
Herperfume filled the holy air.
And eased my tired heart.
She lit a fire later on.
Put her bra and panties on.
I watched her as her beauty shone.
And filled my empty soul.
And though I did my best and tried.
Sadness claimed me and I cried.
She wiped the wetness from my eyes.
Being kind. She said she didn`t mind.
She drew a bath and washed me clean.
Then kneeling took me by degrees.
She held me till I went to sleep.
Then put me on the 10:15.
God you work in wondrous ways.
Bless this girl for all her days.
And when I`m old and tired and grey.
I`ll think of this day.