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Innuendo

Why won't you vacate the intimate space in my mind?
Can't sleep, be up all night. All the time.
You'll never guess. No, not him.
He's the shadow who lingers just outside my vision.
The one who's whisper crawls all through my soul on a whim...
It started the day you handed me your card.
I read it. I proclaimed your expertise was maintenance.
I pictured you with your head under my hood...
Working in your backyard.
I decided to give you a try.
I made my appointment, showed up.
"You better take care of my ride."
Smiling, he led me to the bay.
"What seems to be the problem?", he asks.
I'm leaking oil and my fluid seems to be stuck,
It won't spray.
Sliding underneath, got nose to nose with the "drain plug".
He immediately found a problem,
"Your last mechanic wasn't thorough, he didn't screw it in right."
Using the tool, the oil was drained. A new filter and fresh oil was added.
Breathing hard, I was ready to go.
But he delayed me, pointing to a sign which read,
"FULL SERVICE GARAGE'
ALL maintenance needs met.
So I settled back in to see what was next:
He topped off ALL fluids, then rotated the tires.
After vacuuming it out from "hood" to "trunk",
He backed it into the final bay.
Turned on the water, washing it thoroughly.
Drying it with a soft towel.
He waxed it down, then slowly buffed it til it shone.
He took such good care of it.
I swore I heard it moan.
"Wow", I softly exclaimed, "You are good".
Replying softly in my ear, "I just enjoyed taking care of what's under your hood..."
Here's my dilemma...
Why won't you vacate the intimate space in my mind?
Can't sleep, be up all night. All the time.
You'll never guess. No, not him.
He's the shadow who lingers just outside my vision.
The one who's whisper crawls all through my soul on a whim...