Crude

I feel for you I do Whether in my heart or in my pants I feel for you You may think me crude and that's just fine But why am I crude? Beneath bushy brows eyelashes flutter Undressing beauty with sinner's eyes again, I see Yet I'm crude Because I admit to entertaining these thoughts The kind you wake to drenched in sweat And try to deny when she touches your chest Though they linger still on the fringes of your consciousness Suspended in time Crude Crude and beautiful Yes, I'm crude If the truth is crude and the truth is I feel for you I do Whether in my heart or in my pants I feel for you You may think me crude and I am But only because I feel for you