I caress my breast at the thought of you
You can inspire a multitude of erotic feelings
That must be sated, but how? What should I do?
My excitement grows, every text sends me reeling.
I must do something . . .  do you feel it too?
When I'm all alone and everything goes dark
I think of you my mind and hands wander
caressing my breast and up my thighs
Slowly then faster touching my tenderest spot
Imagining/wishing your hands there as well *sighs*
Imagine me doing the same to you, it's amazingly hot
Every time the tension builds to a torrid beat
I hear a sound . . . but I can't stop, not now
an Orgasm so hard . . . I lift off my seat
I would do it with you now, but honestly, how?
Now my bed is all wet with juices and sweat
and I drift off to sleep and dream of you now