Why stand here do I wasting time?
To hear the talk to be sexed is sublime –
to be proved by that window into climb.
Yet this begin I retard continuing to an un-enact in darkened yard.
Why did I boast so loud the lover’s card?
Frozen as if unstudied for a final graded test,
I should be agog with visions of her body upon my chest,
snug and warming as a parka’s inside vest.
She oft has said to be mine,
quite aloud with not subtle sign –
why question do I her verbal design?
It is a slight matter to put my head in to peek,
to see if now her eyes I am the one she does seek –
if yes, what if too soon I over flow, already I leak.
Enough, I must know what the night has in store –
be it in her bed or abet to her on the floor,
it is time to sink or soar.
Pushed to this I was,
not for purpose but just because –
damn my egotistical buzz.
I could walk way without even a try,
if she would ask me why
I could just answer with a sigh
to my intended action who would tell her such a lie?
Would serve that rat well,
for trying to interlope into where he should not dwell.
But to my love a disappoint I cannot to myself or to her sell.