He don't know
That I watch his lips as he speaks
Think of all the naughty things he could do with his tonuge
While I sleep
How I undress him w/ my eyes
Sex him in my mind
I wish that he could read the thoughts that race through my head
Make them more than fantasies
Be more than that to me
Handle me gently while being rough
Kiss me with passion
My pants
He could unfasten
You know what I wana do to him
But I'll gladly admit it
Im not the promiscuous type
But Oh wee, He could get it
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