Lonely Pleasures With You

 
I know you know I want you by the way that I stare,

and I see you smirking so don't pretend that you don't care.

Late at night when I'm alone I imagine that you're there,

my bedside light reflecting off your glinting golden hair.


Next your rushing expert hands wandering over me

then kissing, licking, biting, lose control so lustfully.

Eyes closed, hands in place of yours, picturing so vividly

quite glad my body doesn't know you're just a fantasy.