Driving home

Here I am I'm driving home
Sitting here all alone
And as I drive I'm thinking of you dear
Thinking of you and when we're near

I've turned radio way down low
I'm thinking of you and how far to go
Not in time until I'm reaching you
But when my hands touch you just what to do

The sky is grey but my  heart is not
I find I'm thinking of you quite a lot
The white lines go taring by
My heart lets out a little sigh

Here I am I'm driving home
Sitting here all alone
And as I drive I'm thinking of you dear
Thinking of you and when we're near

The traffic round me is building up
As I think about your breasts I'd love to cup
You allow my hands to touch and preen
But your nippling buds remain unseen

Trucks and cars are all around
But as I think There is no sound
As I think of you
and just what to do

Here I am I'm driving home
Sitting here all alone
And as I drive I'm thinking of you dear
Thinking of you and when we're near

Touch is such a part of me
I'd love to feel your touch I wish you'd see
You allow me to touch almost all of you
But I want feel the all of you

I'd love to turn you on my dear
Feel your breath as I hold you near
Touch your body and your mind
I know I'd be amazed at what i'd find

Here I am I'm now at home
Your sitting beside me but I'm still alone
Spent two hours thinking of you
I'm sitting beside you unable to do the things I want with you