Now it’s 3:44 in the morning

And he’s sitting at his computer

Wracking his brain, as day’s dawning

Wondering what to write that will suit her

She’s lit a spark, this lady so curvaceous

And he hasn’t felt this for a while

Bringing forth thoughts that are quite salacious

And obviously making him smile

“Wanna love, wanna have, wanna hold you” (*)

Is a song Luther Vandross once sang

Those sentiments echoed do hold true

For this love-struck and sensitive man

So at 3:44 in the A.M.

He’s thinking of what he can say

When the thoughts of her causes such mayhem

And he’s really just one kiss away

Deep inside there’s a feeling of hunger

He knows that it isn’t just lust

Not sure he can wait any longer

But the girl of his dreams isn’t fussed

For she’s told him that she’ll keep him waiting

For the time when their bodies entwine

When they embark on exquisite mating

Drinking each other in like fine wine

On the night shift he adopts a demeanor

For his job this requires him to be

A fellow that couldn’t be meaner

But that side of him she’ll never see

For he’s tender and loving and gentle

And he’ll love her like she’s never known

His intention’s to drive her quite mental

And claim her, this prize, as his very own!

(*Make me a believer – Luther Vandross)