Don't You Want Me?

I would like to know...well we've been seeing eachother for quite  
awhile and Uh...well I would like to know if maybe...you want me?
 
I just met you about two days ago,  
 
Even though I know it could never happen between us I still fantasize about the things I would do to you.
 
I can tell by the way that you were looking at me the other day that you want to have your way with me.
 
You tease me each time you stand behind me pressing up against me,
I can tell you're feeling hot n' bothered because of me.
 
Don't be so shy,
Just tell me,
Don't you want me?.
 
I dream dreams of us being alone together,
 
They get so hot and steamy I just can't help, but feel so naughty as I picture you and me undressed.
 
You pinning me up against the wall,
 
Making me call out your name with every thrust,
You grabbing onto my thighs as they meet up to your waist,
Me looking deep into those sexy eyes,
 
Mmm I don't know why I do this to myself.
It feels so wrong, but I don't care.
 
I want to run my fingers through that thick hair,
Kiss those soft lips,
 
Have his sexy slender hips rock deep inside me,
Put it on me the way a real man should.
And I know he could.
 
You tempt me each time you're around me.
Remember when we were talking on the phone?;
You were flirting that you were home alone,
 
I was trying my best not to moan as I was busy petting my kitty cat.
Sending me different signals as you suddenly had to go,  
 
Hanging up leaving me so frustrated and confused,
Still I would like to know why you're being so damn hot and cold?.
 
Don't be so shy,
Just tell me,
Don't you want me?.
 
The next day it was just you and me stuck in a elevator.
Thinking about how good you look in that suit,
 
How I wanted to use that tie as a blind fold and tie it around your eyes as I went down on my knees and unzipping your pants,
 
Taking out your delicious manhood and licking and sucking it,
Taking every inch of it in my mouth.
Thinking about how I want those big and strong hands caressing me,  
spanking me hard while pulling on my hair roughly.
Lusting for you to bend me over,
Have my skirt yanked up to my stomach,
Wall against my face,
Ripping lace as you push it in.
So many nasty thoughts are going through my brain till finally as we reach our floor I turn to you and ask " I would like to know if...well...don't you want me?"