She wants to swim I feel her pulling at my surface In her cage, stirring The waters lap to torment her chagrin Shall I swim with her? Beside her? I possess the key, but freely would put you in charge My offer of freedom to swim Is to slip my sympathetic fingers Into the moist And coax her out I know her every move, when to be slow, when to wait When to quicken She responds, yields and spills out into her release She is the most divine creature to see set free She would swim as well with you with some training.