He was a pan with a lid on

My lover was a little elusive
I never knew where he would be
He never said,come to bed
I  have no thoughts in my  head
He just disappeared,woe is me.

My lover was as elusive as raindrops
He was here but he  evaporated at once
He was  a pan with a lid on,
A seat not to sit on.
Until he decided to pounce.

He was elusive on  the Sabbath, divinely
For he  preferred Greek Orthodox
He suffered the Evangelicals
So  potent as  Oracles
And he liked Jews with those strange  Russian locks.

I wonder why he ever got married
As he preferred to have sex in his head
He fantasized   every day
Told me  when he was feeling gray.
Then  got laid  with me  here on the bed.

I guess he liked spreading confusion
And being  unusual in taste.
He went to the lavatory
As it was mandatory
Then admired my  hermeneutics and  waist