Hand Job

He stands over you lying helpless in bed for his
Hand job, hand job
He listens alert to each word that you said, it's his
Hand job, hand job
He leans in too close and asks where it hurts before his
Hand job, hand job
You confess to it all in your ravening thirst for the
Hand job, hand job

Gripping and stroking, gloved and invoking
His ancient art
Sewing, knowing, anastamosing
It tears you apart
Recline yourself to receive your hand job

The consummate professional he trained for ten years for his
Hand job, hand job
Deftly exceptional his touch has no peer in its
Hand job, hand job
He'll skry your insides to fully prepare for his
Hand job, hand job
There'll be no pain, you'll be floating on air for your
Hand job, hand job

Thrusting and probing and kneading and groping
And draining gall
Palpating, plicating, and decorticating
He does it all
Every moment is worth it for the hand job