I feel fall roll around,
and in it a sea of change.
To grab a salt licked grip
onto this ship. Not too fast
not too slow. It's all about timing,
is it not?
What do you want? I can be there
in the switch of a fickle cats tail.
Or, hold off and give you time.
If you need it, I have it.
All I know, it will be hard
when I see you again,
to not grab my hold of
your hips, and to not kiss
you on the mouth.
Just let me know, ok?
