I lay in my bed, lazily, with disturbing thoughts of you and me
The kind of thoughts that make me moist; the kind of thoughts that deter my sleep
Often times, I am simply imagining your love and all of its fury
Those warm summer nights, you holding me tight, as if being with me meant everything
Your hand gently caressing my face, as you kiss me, so long, so soft, and so deep
My body enjoying being wrapped in your arms, as you make love to me
I lay here in my bed wanting, lusting, yes, needing you desperately
Hoping that time will act as a friend and hurry you home to me
Soon I know it will be ten again, and you will come back to the city
I pray all goes well and the devil doesn't cast any spells throughout your journey
Until I see your face, my mind will be consumed with this entity
This love, this lust, this being... this living breathing thing, you created in me
Written By: Tonya C. Lewis
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