Can I hit it in the morning?

Baby you winter night fine

Confessions of my affection is a mountain I’m tryna climb

I don’t know how to fine dine, nor do I sip the fine wine

But if you give me the chance, I’ll show you how to dash and dine

Excuse the inner-workings of my mind

Not a heathen, I just walk around flaunting my zodiac sign

See I’m not of the killer type, more similar to the stripes of the Virgo kind

I’ll steal the moon’s shine

And watch you sip the lunar glow then hopefully our bodies will begin to intertwine

This love was in the making since datings in September

I remember when the heat started to drop,

The free-fall in the temperature is when I noticed the soft knocking the Winter

But now December’s roaring in the distance

And the feeling of something missing at night keeps persisting

It’s insisting that I pursue something so lovely like yourself

Perhaps your presence is necessary for my own mental health

But instead you place me and my love in your heart’s top shelf

And you’re only 5’5”….You’ll never notice me alive

Your tenderness stroke my nerves like nothing they ever felt

My thoughts always moving cause you’re running round’ my mind

So even if I get a response similar to a credit card decline

And before the temperature ceases falling, I have to ask you…

Can I hit it in the morning?

No seriously, can I?