When I think of you,
you are as real as if you were here
I sense your body's heat
and breathe your scent
as if you were quite near
I know the soft touch of your fingers
and the aroma of your hair
I can feel you pressed against me,
the racing heartbeats
which we share...

When I dream of you,
it is as if you know my mind
And all the naughty things I dare to do,
you want to do in kind
And we indulge in sweet forbiddens
and a few disgustings, too
when you're here in my most intimate
subconscious thoughts of you

When you're with me, I am awkward
and I don't know what to say...
And I hate the way I'm clumsy
And you prob'ly think I'm gay
But I swear to God I love you—
...if you could only read my mind
then you'd run from me in terror
'less you're the really kinky kind!