Are Nights But I Am Not A Knight

There are times when I wonder
how do you feel
is there passion when he touches
the attraction ever so real?

Moments I wonder laying in bed
moaning for your lips
the womanly treasures
of warm and tender

In your eyes is there a spark
when looking into his
dynamism of coupling
the release of sticky jizz

Thinking about the two bodies
In heated movement so linked
foolish to think I have a chance
so my hopes are best to sink

But you uniquely have a place
that is always yours alone
and you make my day brighter
seeing a message on the phone

Naughty thoughts fill my mind
of reminding you of sweet deeds
when we enjoy each other
ever picture me with your needs?