Every day as I travel to work I see you, and every day you don't notice the woman standing there, waiting for a cab, staring at your taut body, glistening with the sweat of a working man.
You've already started your day as I leave to start mine and everyday I see you take your shirt off and I see the toned six pack of Adonis.
But I sigh and move on to work and leave you to yours, hopefully the construction site will be around a while, along with you.
As I leave work one evening, a guy from the across the hall comes over, he's trying to swagger and manly, but I just see lanky idiot in a suit.
"Hey, I'm Mark" he says, " I was kinda wondering if you, erm, well fancied grabbing a drink with me, no pressure just, if you were interested, I thou..."
I look this prospective suitor up and down- he' s nothing special, so I say no and arrive home to an empty flat and wish you were here with me now.
Later that night I regret turning down Marks offer- he may have hidden talents after, but I turn out the lights and try to sleep, ignoring that ache between my legs caused by thinking of you.
About thirty minutes later my door goes, I grumble and get up slowly, taking time to find my wrap, I don't really want to open the door to some neighbour in my lingerie- it may look a tad desperate.
I open the door and you're standing there! The guy of my mornings, there in a tight white tee-shirt and dusty pants- straight from a hard day's work, I'm already wet at the thought of you but I try to hide it.
"Hi" I say, "how can I help you?"