“Blame it on Maturity”
In my youth so long ago
Puccini filled the air
Inspired by a handsome face
Or cute, little derriere
Attraction was so simple then
When our strangers’ eyes’ would meet
Hormones raged inside me
And I’d feel like a dog in heat
Blame it on maturity
Or needing something more
It’s now what is inside a man
That entices and allures
Looks alone won’t cause a spark
If the rest just isn’t there
I need to know just who he is
Before the passions start to flare
I need to be attracted to
His wit and personality
I need to know what’s in his heart
And feel his spirit call to me
Then his touch leaves tingles
Like cupid’s shooting bow
His kiss sets the night ablaze
With fireworks aglow
Desire will grow quickly
As my heart begins to care
And only then I’ll hear again
Puccini in the air