Dim light struck me in my eyes, 

Did I blink? 

She said she loved me, 

Did I blush? 

But when I kissed her lips, 

Her legs couldn't support her. 

Her hand stretched after the ordeal, 

She needed payment. 

Actually between me and her, 

Who needed to be paid? 

I worked myself to sweating,

She received the sweetness. 

I donated part of my fluids,

She gulped it down.

If there is anyone who needed pay, 

It is only me. 

Then I remembered something, 

About a barber. 

He cuts your hair to boldness, 

Quite expertly. 

He stashes your hair in a bin, 

Just as you watch. 

Finally he asks for payment, 

After deriving from you. 

Money payment is great agreement,

Between consenting parties. 

One agrees to partake of the money, 

While the other receives. 

That remained the agreement, 

We had with the damsel.

So I parted with my hard-earned cash, 

Just for leisure.