Caught Up
I just can't seem to get you off my mind
It seems that I'm thinking of you every moment of the day
When I'm alone in my bed, my mind races through moments we've spent together
When I'm in the arms of another I have visions of all the things I fantasize about doing to you
And about the things you'll do to me.
All these things float amongst my thoughts,
When I'm in the arms of someone else
Somewhere I really don't want to be
Somewhere I really don't need to be
But at the same time, the place where I am
Will we ever experience those moments that evade my dreams and turn them into wild, erotic nocturnal emissions?
Will your strong hands grip the small of my waist aggressively yet nuturing while I push my love onto the hardness of your magic stick?
Will you lovingly stroke my hair as I taste the honeysuckle sweet nectar of your loins?
Will I have the chance to call you mine for the moment as our lips sensually caress each other taking us to another level of eroticism?
All these things pivot frantically through my mind like a ping pong ball doing everything in its power to resist going off the table.
I think of these things while I'm in the arms of being I detest.
But what will be the test of our emotional connection to each other?
I'm caught up.......
It seems that I'm thinking of you every moment of the day
When I'm alone in my bed, my mind races through moments we've spent together
When I'm in the arms of another I have visions of all the things I fantasize about doing to you
And about the things you'll do to me.
All these things float amongst my thoughts,
When I'm in the arms of someone else
Somewhere I really don't want to be
Somewhere I really don't need to be
But at the same time, the place where I am
Will we ever experience those moments that evade my dreams and turn them into wild, erotic nocturnal emissions?
Will your strong hands grip the small of my waist aggressively yet nuturing while I push my love onto the hardness of your magic stick?
Will you lovingly stroke my hair as I taste the honeysuckle sweet nectar of your loins?
Will I have the chance to call you mine for the moment as our lips sensually caress each other taking us to another level of eroticism?
All these things pivot frantically through my mind like a ping pong ball doing everything in its power to resist going off the table.
I think of these things while I'm in the arms of being I detest.
But what will be the test of our emotional connection to each other?
I'm caught up.......
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