Fantasizing

Dark skinned smooth talker
Has my mind between my legs
Stuck in the gutter
On the things that he said

His ego is apparent
But so is mine
I know I make him nervous
Something he can't hide

See him biting his lip
Looking me up and down
My body is moaning
But I won't make a sound

Hands making gentle touches
Sending flames across my skin
Guess hell is firing up the furnace
Because I'm ready for another sin