Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Clock's Running

I've turned down the lights and the bed,

Laid down with you, holding you close.

Only voice I hear from your head

Is yours, and dude, you're so verbose.

"I can't make you love me," you cry

Over and over, and I agree.

It is your time but don't know why

You keep repeating this to me.

And patronizing you sure is

Not my intention on the job.

Dissatisfying's not good biz.

I just want to please you a gob.

I have listened to your love schtick,

But I'm just here to turn a trick.