With Every Letter
I’m making love to you
With every letter that I write
Although I can’t touch you
You’re always in my sight
As long as you’re away
Babe, don’t worry ‘bout me
It’s gonna be ok
I’ll be waiting ‘til you’re free
I’m making love to you
With every stroke of my pen
I’m making love to you
Tonight I’ll do it again
My days are like foreplay
While thinking about you
Pen and paper in mind
Nighttime, where are you?
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