A Cold Day In Paradise

A leak is grounds to shut off gas
No heat, no shower, no oven
I pull the covers, hibernate
And hope that leak will soon be found

But a local girl comes around
Offers me a hand job for the warmth
I lie back while she begins to stroke
And feel my ice begin to melt

My gratitude knows few bounds
But I wonder if she is a pro
Yet her mercy is granted free of charge
And I hope that she will never go.