I’ll give him this: the man is nicely tall
and confident enough, and isn’t fat.
He still has hair, he loves to climb a wall
and likes his work, so give him more than that…

Allow that he’s experienced and kind.
Admit he understands the way to kiss.
He seems to work his muscles and his mind,
so I’m inclined to give him more than this…

For I know something happened just last night:
I’d had enough and wanted him to go
when he began embracing me just right
and waking me with kisses sweet and slow.
I don’t know if it’s us, or him, or me,
but suddenly I’m sunk in reverie.