I've been needing someone like you,

A muse who can take it like a man,

Someone who can stand to

Be worshipped like a baby,

Even a baby in a manger.

Babies can take being worshipped 

As long as the worshippers keep it down,

And as long as they get their mother's milk

In a timely fashion.

So come and let me pacify you

With the heat of passion.

You can pacify me, too,

Actively or passive.

You already do,

Invading my dreams

Without ever lifting a finger,

Or taking your own

And writing in the sand

About sins or original stones.

-jenn