Can't Wait 'Til Tomorrow

Here's to the nights spent on
flashing screens and old
pictures of your temple.
You'd never get any
younger, and the days you
weren't here I'd have to
get myself off on all the
things you said you would
do to me, this I knew, but a
little wear-and-tear on
both of our behalves is to
be expected. You've
told me a number of times to
keep my hands away from
myself until I'd see you again,
especially my pockets. I
wonder if age and experience will
treat us better than
weathering the storming
hormones we ride out sometimes
more than a few rounds before
bed. After the bed, we found the
couch, then the living
room floor, the shower, the
desk in my old room, in
your car - front seat and
back, appropriately - and
I'm not exactly sure how
many times in the dugout at
the park. Rest assured, even
I can't bring myself to that
peak more than once or
twice, but if you'll excuse
me, I recall you mentioning
something about visiting
me at work tomorrow.