Terribly Your's, Quixote

I'm terribly cute when i shiver so
out of the cold, into the glow
don't leave the light on
i'm all so terribly shy and
you're never known
for stealing clothes
but i'll give them to you
for your love
This might be an awkward exchange
i've never been so bold
as to think a lover
in need of tasting
to propose such a maneuver
wrapped around these words
and the images they sow
i've gotten used to
verbally seductive, though very demanding
birds of prey and the act
of swooping, over open terrain
in the blaring light of day
Families are circling their wagons
to ward of strangers from
the lands, north to the south
we're opening our arms
and trying to forget
all they taught their children
except the common sense
can you remind me how to
spread my legs and let the angels out
hot to breathe and be free
It's not a miracle, i believe
you're my lover, my partial reflection
i'm so awfully torn between
abstract wants and this need
fate, fate decides everything
Is that an awful way to be?