Sitting, Thinking About You

Day and night I am yearning for your compassion.

Late nights I lay my head, fantasizing you were here with me instead. Baby, cut the lights down low, as far as they can go. My hands are the temptation as they go up, down, and all around in mix rotation. Damn boy, you just be on my mind from time to time. It is clear, that I am not trying to waste our time. You just got me sitting, thinking, contemplating about your body. Baby, I want you inside me. You got me. You got me.

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