Can I Have You All Night?
Who Knows What the Morning Brings
Can I Love You All Night?
They say you should journal, dear Asha, get those thoughts down on paper.
And no matter what flag you wave it’ll demonstrate a shade of humanity, create a sort of appendix to a colorful story.
I’d rather do research than actually write, but I love how you’re taking the initiative to try to break that glass ceiling they talk so much about.
If I took my own advice I might break out of this slump and by that, I mean you might let me visit you a little more often, engage in a conversation about how me might be exclusive.
But you don’t buy that it’s a kind of fate that brings us together, binds us in a kind of cylinder in which our parts touch.
You have a flock of lovers, I know, and I wish I could revise that situation, flex my manly muscles like an athlete so full of promise.
What hits me like a bullet is your smile, such an impact it has it makes me feel old like a wild turkey.
I know I need to pace myself until you’re more accessible, more open to analysis, but I also don’t want to get stuck out in this pasture to graze where I get nothing.
