I remember now the feeling that incites
My head to turn and to appreciate you;
The abrasive beauty causing the nights
To fleet past and leaving me with naught to do.
I'll sit and let my engine hum to your sound,
With nothing but the warmth to ease lonely minds.
Can I be too forward tonight and come 'round--
Can I idle along 'til you close the blinds?
But I know that a gentleman's place is here,
Right among this respectable decision.
But I can't deny this desire is clear--
Wrapping tight around that which I envision.
And tomorrow I may wake and feel the same,
So maybe tomorrow I'll ask you your name.