Working Up An Appetite

A poem about patience and desire

Girl, ya got me 

on a short leash of approval

I never thought 

you'd find me so useful

I kill the enemy, 

thus setting you free

And this is all 

that happens to me

You see, 

I'm working up an appetite

Looking for someone 

who's out of sight

And you might do me fine tonight...

I've been waiting for tonight

I've been working up an appetite

Not for food or a movie night

But I still find you out of sight

I am the original 

star child

A crazy old man 

gone wild

And if you can tame me 

with a smile

Or save me 

with your brazen style

I will let you indulge for awhile

I'm working up an appetite

I'm a killer 

with no need to fight

I proved myself 

long before tonight

And this is my final call...

I've been waiting for tonight

I've been working up an appetite

Not for food or a movie night

But I still find you out of sight