I play my thoughts on a man with taller stature and a scar, I want to be his virgin, I play my thoughts on his dark bold hair and a piercing bronze stare. I want to be his virgin, I play my thoughts on his tailored suited legs and shined, belted buffed waist. I want to be his virgin, I play my thoughts on his rough long hands, just itching to refrain. I want to be his virgin, I play my thoughts on his tanned toned skin, waiting to be kissed. I want to be his virgin, Oh to this man, I play my thoughts on, I saw you that day. i wanted to...